Weary Traveler Poem by Shazza Rixx

A weary traveler
A heart of gold
On his way
To his little home

A sleepless night
A twist of fate
A cozy bed
He just can't wait

To see his kids
To see his wife
To slip back in
To his old life

These sleepy eyes
His weary head
A journey long
But soon to end

A glimmer of hope
A star so bright
To guide him through
This bitter night

Over the hill
His city awaits
Just passing through
These iron gates

A little house
A little home
Finally here
No longer gone

No more war
Just lots of laughter
No more guns
For this weary traveler