Wanderer
A worn out wanderer
Roaming the earth
To which a lost soul
Was given at birth
Many miles to travel
Many hills to climb
An endless journey
Till the end of his time
Rags on his body
Battered shoes on his feet
He feels the cold
Like he feels the heat
A blanket as a shelter
A box as a home
No valuable possessions
To take on his roam
Scavaging for food
Clasping his can
The days are endless
For this broken man
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