THE WANDERER

The wanderer I'll never be
was standing at the door
and pointing down the road
to where I knew I'd go no more.
His eyes were tales of infamy,
his mouth a cruel joke.
He was, in all, the man I'd been,
before I learned to choke.
And of all those dreams I've swallowed,
not one was half as dry
as the one I dreamed while fixing
that farewell look in his eye.

THE WANDERER

©Copyright circa 2001 by Steve Greer