The Wanderer
The wanderer
The story of the untold
The words never to be known
Feeble the mind lays prone
Heartless is the one who lives alone
Hungry, he longingly gazes
At the windows laden with warmth and comfort
As the light dims,
The last rays of the sun reflect gently on the city
Its red tones of its setting gleaming, a jewel amongst the heavens
With this resolute glance he bowed his head and walked once more
To street corners with street lamps faded and trash fires flickering softly
by Justin S.
