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 spot is anyplace.

From town to town, he wanders with hope,

worry fills his head about that next meal.

Find a job and stay in one place for 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.

Keith Garrett