There is much I’ve never known,
Paths untraveled, seeds unsown.
I’ve longed to see the world unfold,
From East to West, its stories told.
From North to South, where wonders lie,
Beneath the stars, beneath the sky.
Yet my body, frail, cannot roam,
Its miles untaken, yet I’m home.
For though my feet may never tread,
Where ancient forests softly spread,
My mind, unbound, goes far and near,
In dreams I wander, bold and clear.
There is much I haven’t known or seen,
The mountains vast, the seas serene.
But with each year, my heart’s content,
In quiet joy, my life is spent.
For every moment, small or grand,
A gift that’s placed within my hand.
And so I dwell, both far and free,
A traveler still, in memory.
Created by
MarkWaldrop