A life of aimless wandering
By car or bike or pram —
I never meant to be here, but
It’s where the hell
I am
To share is human:
The Wanderer’s Refrain
A life of aimless wandering
By car or bike or pram —
I never meant to be here, but
It’s where the hell
I am
Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
So in the last three poems you just wrote the current chapter of my life. How do you do it?
And know that I would give my -yes life- to have things different (but then of course they would be for i wouldn’t be-might be more restful…)
We’re glad you came this way today
it could have been much worse.
If we had not bumped into you
we’d all have missed your verse!
🙂