The Nomad Poem by Matthew Densley

He wanders aimless, nowhere bound, for many days on end
Cares not to know, where he will go, or where the night he'll spend
But he won't wait, nor hesitate, allow his will to bend
Though his feet ache, he shall not break, the road is his best friend

There's nowt he needs, but only sun, for he is truly free
And craves not wealth, he has his health, as I can plainly see
There's little strife, within his life and life is good to he
Out on the street, upon his feet, is where he likes to be






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