Traveller
Am a traveller,
crossing this
ocean, braking
tides.
Am a traveller,
journeying
from birth till
life is done.
Am a traveller,
missing
childhood and
fighting youth.
Am that
traveller who
rose up before
lights were
born, when
dew was still
wet.
Am that
traveller who
has oil driping
from his head,
with tender
gloss greasing
his soul.
Am that
traveller,
journeying on
four, two and
three,that one
who became
two and from
two to a
generation.
Am that
traveller
completing the
circle of
life,adding
dread to
death's name.
Am that pitiful
traveller who
fades away
before my
destination,
stolen away by
age and ill.
Am a traveller,
journeying to a
place where
only heart can
reach... I am a
mortal MAN.
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