A Vagabond True

When it's love it's great

When it's not it's hate

Like a great debate

Or a war with fate.

 

Secrets hidden and forbidden

Thoughts sin ridden

Haunt me on the nights you leave early

Midnight desires of friendly liars

Remind me of who I used to be.

 

I can be no saint,

With jeans covered in paint.

Frayed and worn,

They reflect a soul torn.

Walking a thousand miles,

Just to be where I started.

I am not lost,

Made it here at a high cost.

 

I chose the road I'm walking

I saw it in a different light then.

At first decision

No hills or valleys could be seen.

 

I don't regret the path I chose,

Though it brought me many woes.

It made me the man you see today.

And I’ll continue to walk it

Worn jeans and weary feet,

Hoping and praying

One day to meet

A kind end

Or maybe a kind friend

To share the road,

Adventure,

Journey,

The crazy Path of Life,

With a vagabond like me.

Reviews

[Jacob Clifford]

Hmm. Very nice and consistent tone and an interesting perspective.

[Adesanya Yewande]

Lovely piece .I love the use of rhyme at the end of each line...amazing

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

"Walking a thousand miles,
Just to be where I started." --- I cannot remember who said it, but I read something once that spoke of the beauty of wandering only to return to the place you started and know it for the first time...poorly paraphrased I know, but I will have to find it. Always loved the thought of it.

The paths we take can bruise us badly, but if we chose them freely, and by the heart then the bruises and battles fulfill our destiny. Perhaps, I am rambling. I like your writing. It makes me think and it is unique. A lot of intensity comes through in your voice. I sense a strong and overcoming soul full of care for those not so strong...rather a warrior spirit for justice and the underdog.