The Tale of A Wanderer

I lived my life like a wanderer,
traveling from here to there.
I’ve seen many faces
and things I won’t share.

The life of the roads
feels exceptionally grand.
Though, as time goes on,
it gets difficult to stand.

With each passing day,
I see wonderful things.
but now I can see,
this would be much easier if I had wings.

Still, when you’re a wanderer,
you have to have will,
which is considerably difficult
when you can’t help but sit still.


Tell me when you think.

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