THE WANDERERA Poem by Rene Velez
If you ask, where is he?
I'd say, I don't know, He come and goes when it pleases him, he has no home, He is a wanderer with no ties, a man of no compromise, a mind set in stone, a man with no needs, moved by curiosity, words in generosity, he is never alone, but in wonder, how the world has grown with humanity no longer kind, yet, he knows the answer deep down inside, ...He knows Hope is the hand that guides the blind. © 2018 Rene Velez |
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1 Review Added on July 10, 2018 Last Updated on July 10, 2018 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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