A Traveler

This traveler's trail is long

but his heart has a happy song

even though his sandals are worn

and his old cloak torn.

 

It is bright, light day

and the sun shows the way

but then it begins to set

and he begins to fret.

 

Even the moon is covered by a cloud

just like some kind of misty shroud

his feet start to feel weary

and the path seems to him, scary.

 

The next day his eyes are weary

and his pack, he can hardly carry

the sun seems to beat down

but even now he does not allow a frown.

 

Such is what travelers face

after pure FREEDOM they chase

braving the tough days and the eerie nights

to see the world and all its glorious sights.

 

By : TheBlueGentleman

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