The Wander Poem by Leonard Lee

Once there was a borken hearted person...
but he never knew his sorrow's reason....
he hangs around with happy faces...
all different size and races...

Still he never felt right...
something he missed, something he left out of sight....
still serching for his own happiness...
never giving up, even at the brink of maddness...

soo teary eyed, he contiuned serching...
yet have no idea when he's reaching...
a wandering soul in the making...
sainty he slowly lacking...

still serching, still pending...
his journey, never ending...