Open Poetry #46 |
The Traveler's Philosophy |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
‘Tis sad indeed when time doth trudge- As though its feet were lead… And friends and foes alike, I fear- All lie among the dead. Adventure, aye, the glory road- Are fancies fit for youth, And oldsters, such as I do be- Long since embraced the truth. And what, pray tell, is truth? Ye ask- To that I’d feign reply- Accept the fate life hath bequeathed- And do not mope and cry. Upon your own two feet do stand- Depend not on another… Let friends be few and far between, Make solitude your brother. If romance be your cup of tea- Best recognize to start- The price be high you’ll have to pay- Your will, your life, your heart. Your future will a hostage be- To feelings bare and raw: And pain and pleasure battle for, The very breath you draw. A single path I’d say is best- A solo course I’d sail- But what know I? the choice is yours- So goes the Traveler’s Tale. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Nicely done, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Words of an old soul I'd say. The Traveler is a favorite of mine. Ida |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
It IS tough searching for a heart of gold. Much less several... Thanks for a good read. |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Nice to see the traveler again, 'slinger. I was thinking he got lost! There are many roads to travel. The trick is knowing which is for you. For some the lonesome trail is indeed the right one, You penned it well, friend. |
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