#492862 added March 6, 2007 at 5:01am Restrictions: None
THE WANDERER: a sonnet
THE WANDERER: a sonnet
I left my home to wander a bit but
It’s too long that I have been now away.
Umbilical cord to home has been cut.
Back to home now I cannot find my way.
There’s none waiting for me in the old shack.
The faces I once knew have departed.
The once colourful canvass is now black.
My attempts to paint it have been thwarted.
Goodbye, again, for good, my forlorn home.
No longer will I think of coming back.
I’ll yet remember you as I do roam,
Walking aimlessly with my shoulder pack.
I am a wanderer a vagabond.
Of my empty journey now I am fond.
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