Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

A Man Walks Slowly/ When He Has Nowhere Special To Go


A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-

A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-

He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-

Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?

He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-

He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-

He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-

Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, April 25, 2012

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