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.