Nomadic
No place to settle down
On life's journey to find my place,
Moving all the time,
Always searching for a home,
Destiny making me a nomad,
Into unknown places and distant lands,
Calling the road a way of life.
By Christopher Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The gypsy life think we all could do that at times...just up aand leave ha ha...nice write. Annette