Chris Ernest Nelson


The Wanderer - Poem by Chris Ernest Nelson

Strangely the wanderer looking back
at the path he has trodden finds
that he has ever been walking
to the place where he stands.

Though staggering like a blind man,
turning right at every crossroads,
he made his way alone. Still
the road divides again.

There are so many roads ahead.
There is only one road behind.
Striding or stumbling along,
he has arrived at last.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012



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