Travelled Man
I'll stop and sit by the riverside
with my back turned to the sun,
And recall all the places I've seen
since my travelling days begun.
I will record the best memories
for when my journeys are done,
But I will not dwell on the future
which holds the days yet to come.
Sometimes these legs become so weary
it makes it hard to go one;
Then, again, when I look around me,
I am not where I belong.
I'll grit my teeth and I'll move ahead
while humming a marching song;
I am sure I'll find a resting place
before this day is near done.
Tomorrow I will rise with the sun
and move once more down the road,
I'll pray good blessings will follow me
long before I grow too old.
I know there will be a price to pay
for shelter when I was cold
And for all the many morsels shared,
As is the travellers code.
When you read this I'll be at my rest,
in a garden I'm interred,
And for all the roads that I have walked
it was the journey I served.
If you should decide to travel on,
have no fear and rest assured
You'll find much more beauty than e'er known;
take that as my promised word.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2024
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