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Date Posted: 12:22:48 05/19/00 Fri
Author: Michelle Krysalis Bartley
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 209.14.80.161
Subject: THE TRAVELER

THE TRAVELER

Michelle A. Bartley

Sept. 27, 1996

Throughout my life,

The roads I take,

The way I choose to go,

I cross the paths of others,

And I never really know,

What it is I leave behind,

When we go our separate ways,

Does my shadow fall behind me,

In some sorrowful, sad display?

Or do the people I once knew,

Forget the times we shared,

Feeling quite deserted, as if I never cared.

Do they ever think about,

The love that's left behind,

Or does it simply fade away,

Out of sight and out of mind,

Left dying in the alleys,

Forgotten and alone,

A stagnant sense of loneliness,

Which turns a heart to stone,

Is it ever possible,

For it to stay alive,

Without the proper nurturing,

For it to grow and thrive?

I sometimes sit and ponder,

About the people from my past,

Although while in that time frame,

I think that it will last,

But life, or fate, or destiny,

Keeps calling me to come,

To follow distant drummers,

To leads me far from home.

And pretty soon their memories,

Though held close to the heart,

Sit silently in the background,

And, in life, don't play a part.

So often it's surprising,

And it happens now and then,

I meet up with another,

Who knows these distant friends,

We sit and talk for a short while,

About the good old days,

And how things would be different,

Had we not gone separate ways,

I am told that they still think of me,

And wish that I would phone,

But sometimes there are certain things,

That's best just left alone.

See, I am nothing but a traveler,

Along life's curving roads,

Walking blindly around each bend,

Towards what my future holds,

And I walk alone in silence,

Wearing leather on my back,

In search of some elusive dream,

The love in which I lack,

But, of so very often,

While I'm trying to fill that cup,

I find that nothing in these place,

Ever measures up.

So on I go with constant fire,

Burning beneath my feet,

In search of love, or light, or hope,

To make me feel complete,

And deep within my lonely soul,

I can only pray,

That I left something of value,

When I went away.

That the memories created,

Left implanted on their minds,

Have helped them is a simple way,

Of dreams they've yet to find.

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Replies:

Re: THE TRAVELER -- April, 13:18:03 05/19/00 Fri
- Re: THE TRAVELER -- krysalis, 14:21:00 05/19/00 Fri
Re: THE TRAVELER -- Maik Wagner, 07:25:25 06/28/00 Wed
- Re: THE TRAVELER -- krysalis, 18:02:35 06/28/00 Wed