Wayfarer

Travelling across lands,

In the course of lfe,

Was nice to behold,

The sights and sounds.

Nicer still people enroute,

Sad and happy, 

With many tales

Said 'n unsaid.

Some with grins, 

Many  with wrinkled brows,

Partaking  joys 'n sorrows

Moved on like a roller in the ocean.

Day folded to months and years,

Dawn gave way to dusk,

T'o muse'n think of all that was well,

With a smile flit on the face.

To think again of what went wrong,

Waking from reverie remembered, 

Wayfarers do not go back in time,

Only move forward in the journey of life.