A Prodigal One
5 07 2007I never really wanted to go anywhere
But staying where I was was just out of the question
So I left…
Not having a destination nor direction in mind
I took a dart and threw it at the map
A five hour march was whait I had elected
As good as any other selection
The path was hard,but I was harder. The beastly hills
I could not let them daunt me
And now I slumber not so well
Having made my trip, a round drip trip in many ways
Turning around and around
my eyes so heavy still
sleep eludes the lost ones
having not found my home,
tn the guest rooms of others I make my bed
A charity case in the end
(for July 4) MeDm 180 dMM 1600
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