I wander from one place to the next,

Remembering the good times and the best.

The pleasant times are perfect for sitting in front of a fire.

To reminisce about these times can be bliss until one does tire.

The hard times are things best recalled with a pinch of salt.

When friends are lost one must remember not all is ones fault.

On I wander in a world volatile towards what I am.

Changing the changeless a mountainous burden for only one man.

Forward I march with pure power of will.

I will not stop I will not slow I will not quiet after I am still.

I forge ahead with anticipation,
Offering all a chance to take up my liberation.

When the years have come and I have passed away.

Let my words live on to the next present day.

 

 

“Just be happy, and others will follow.”

You have such an amazing vocabulary. I'm stunned everytime I get on your journal or hear you read your poetry. And you did an excellent job on your ballad, by the way.