Never am I alone, I am a man whom walks alone,
On my own, through the streets, a path I choose.
Step by step it is my shoes that take me away,
These feet move fast and far along the road.
My thoughts are my companion as I roam the land,
This journey not always understood as I understand.
Miles and miles are mine to see, my footsteps are me,
Free to walk with the wind, shackles taken from my skin.
Not a prisoner am I to the everyday money game,
When I walk then I am in charge, I am the captain.
I walk alone fore there is in me a mission of purpose,
I walk alone, never on my own.
Keith Garrett
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Love this. especially the last line. The poem reminds me of days, a long time ago, when unemployed and “not a prisoner to the everyday money game” – all I had to do each day was walk and walk and walk….an interesting and surprisingly fulfilling time. Thanks.