A DRIFTING MAN

  On a road of travel, without any end,

  Rests his weary body, wherever he can.

  Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,

  Days' of length, the next stop is any place.

  From town to town, he wanders with hope,

  Worry fills his head, about that next meal.

  Find a job and stay in one place, a short while,

  Friends and smiles, disappear with the miles.

  A drifting man, sees much of the land,

  Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.

  A price he pays, to live in such a way,

  There's a gift in seeing the world,

  What's taken away, is the peace of settling in 
  One place.

  He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,

  Today he's here, gone again.

                                      Keith Garrett

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