Traveled

So many things he thought he’d see
And do have come unraveled;
It’s not how far he’s gone that counts,
It’s where and when he’s traveled

For though his route was pure and planned,
He ended up on detours,
And went the way he had to go:
That path, his only recourse —

The glamor he once sought is gone.
Down dusty roads, and graveled,
The few who knew him will recall:
That’s just the way
He traveled

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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