The Glory of Adventure

A poem I wrote for in a story a long time ago. Thought I would try and redo it a little.

A man asks for glory, you do not ask how he finds it,

but rather when he is ready to leave and get it.

A man asks where one goes,

 you answer him either to claim glory or to take him with you.

A man asks why you leave home and would love to see yourself in a glorious light. You answer him: That one either leaves to travel or stay home and forget.

The one who doubts is not fit for travel.

 And the one who travels is too busy for doubt.

Reviews

[FaeryQueen]

love the color!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Emily]

Very nice wording!
Well done!!