Credit Ikalahan. Journeying
There are many journeys,
Short and small,
Long and consuming,
And some that only end,
At the end.
Traveling through time,
As the years flow by,
Every day a new journey,
Who can tell in the end,
If it is even over?
A word spoken,
A moment chosen,
And off you go again.
Chasing a dream,
Till the end of your days,
Is the best kind of journey,
In so many ways.
About the Creator
Colin Hope
An ex surveyor living in Toronto, Canada on long term disability due to being crazy. I fried my brain and now have a honking great anxiety disorder. I have been writing poetry since the mid seventies. I'm green-left who used to work for Gre
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