The Wanderer

Self-explanitory...

Twisted by the cruel hands of fate and time

Wanders an old vagabond down the street

Living his quiet life by some strange rhyme

His every tale on the soles of his feet

 

Behind those old eyes are millions of years

Place which we have long forgotten

Behind those old eyes are millions of tears

Places we wish we could have forsaken

 

A wayfarer looking for the secret

Always searching for that final voyage

Enigma for those who wish to seek it

It’s locked away in some forgotten age…

 

The legends say these old men never die

They just simply fade away, without a goodbye…

Author's Note

none to say..?

Reviews

[Kameron Armitage]

Very good:) Can you check out some of my poems please?:) "See" would be good:)