The Wanderer

The roads are my family we meander together and just like my dreams they go on forever. Once I was wealthy with a lifestyle so fine, now I’m much richer but don’t spend a dime. I sleep somewhere different each day of my life, the mad lust for money now gives me no strife. “He lives in the gutter”, I’ve heard people say but I’d rather call it a long holiday. The clouds and the stars are the roof of my home, they’re always with me wherever I roam. I’ve never been married nor ever had kids and nothing now ties me to permanent digs. So I enjoy freedom I’ve nothing to lose, my hardest decision is ‘which way’ to choose. I wander the highways, I’m caught in their spell and worried by no man …because of my smell! Ivor G Davies