The Unknown Ranger Poem by Gil Gregorio

He wore unwittingly bloodshot eyes,
His face was alluring to fish,
a friend envied his fortune:
mountains, rivers, and lakes.
Adrifting his sorrows though
anguish was temporary but still...
Looking up the rainbow:
The clouds made choices!
He stood like a gypsy in the rain
while trekking alone
his madly imaginings:
thinking unfortunate
than paupers or blinds.
He walled his pains with
the menu of understanding:
he saw his unfounded fear;
He smiled and walked away
from me racing the doldrums
while asking, 'Where am I to go? '