Endless JourneyA Poem by Allen Smuckler
Concrete minds, abstract lives,
master of your fate.
The tired man at last arrives,
while you just sit and wait...
© 2012 Allen Smuckler
Added on May 16, 2012
Last Updated on May 16, 2012
AboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..
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