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The Wanderer
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The Wanderer |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England 
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The Wanderer The roads are my family, We meander together, And just like my dreams, They go on forever. Once I was wealthy, With a lifestyle so fine. Now I’m much richer, But don’t spend a dime. I sleep somewhere different, Each day of my life. The mad lust for money, Now gives me no strife. “He lives in the gutter”, I’ve heard people say. But I’d rather call it, A long holiday. The clouds and the stars, Are the roof of my home, They’re always with me, Wherever I roam. I’ve never been married, Nor ever had kids, And nothing now ties me, To permanent digs. So I enjoy freedom, I’ve nothing to lose. My hardest decision, Is ‘which way’ to choose. I wander the highways, I’m caught in their spell, And worried by no man, ...because of my smell! Ivor G Davies The moment created this second, is a moment that's going to last. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
ah freedom! nicely written |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
passing shadows, why is it that freedom is not found in being free? |
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