Life is a journey that we all embark on. Each road has different forks to take that we know nothing of what is at the end of the road. For those that have the wanderlust it is sometimes a perilous expedition. Sometimes the road we chose can be adventurous and pleasing. Down each fork awaits love, laughter, sadness, memories to be made, tears to be shed, dreams to be fulfilled, dreams to be shattered. All of these await us as fate and destiny take our hand and walk beside us. This poem, this story, is one man’s passage in the way that he wanders.
Way That He Wanders
Any man can be a lonely man in the way that he wanders,
Betting on forgetting all the troubles, he knew – moving onwards.
Even as a young lad, he had been wild with a wandering soul,
Trail was sometimes narrow in the way that he wanders stroll.
Way that he wanders never knowing that the trail could be wrong,
He was a man of poetry and could sing it in a wanderlust song.
His story did not always go as he had pictured in his mind,
When he loved, he loved with all the chaos that made him blind.
Wherever he goes, whoever he loves, becomes part of him somehow,
Way that he wanders memories in his heart are always allowed.
Dark of the night, or sunshiny days he will always ponder,
If the fair wind blows in in his life and the way that he wanders.
Finding in this journey the less he needs the better, he feels,
Into the mountains, rolling under the stars is how he heals.
One foot in front of the other in the – way that he wanders dictate,
His story ought to have been different, but he left it up to fate.
Kurt James © 2020
WHERE TO FIND KURT JAMES NOVELS:
- Just a Man Who’s Searching - September 1, 2020
- Callin’ Her Name - August 25, 2020
- COLORADO GHOST TOWNS, HAUNTINGS,TREASURE TALES, and other BS - August 24, 2020