Nowhere Men
Roads have been long ones,
for many an old man
who traversed every path,
without having a plan.
Always flying, vicariously,
by the seat of our pants.
Fighting many a battle, never
in states of rants.
We just bears it, and carry
on with the good fight
as our days, on gossamer
wings, take flight
into accepting that journey,
into that good night
as we wonder, ponder all that
laid before our sight.
B. J. “A” 2
April 26th 2017
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