Life Is All In Wandering Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I mean no harm to you
for my love is just giving,
when a thought goes through
that from inside is living.
It is just only a thought
to be set out and give,
sometimes it can be taught
what it has to revive.

Life is all in wandering
from time to time till gone,
and with it comes pondering
that carries it further on.
And nothing is there new
it's only the same old ways,
that we all get on through
to meet the coming days.

I have some smiles there too
to give you a right smile,
and then it's all up to you
if it has given you a while.
Jokes will just come and go
all just to find its ways,
what you might need to know
to meet the coming days.