Travel For That One Stranger Poem by Danny Mutia

Travel For That One Stranger



A Teenage guy left town,

with just a pack of cigarettes

a pen and some spare change on his left pocket

all for somebody he hasn't found.



On a bus traveling miles and miles

picturing a stranger with such a beautiful smile,

read his printed out love letter which was stored in his unsent file

dreaming a future with a stranger who would bare his child.



Days and nights have come and go

Where destiny brings him? no one knows.

He could have just traveled on his beloved sedan,

but he gave it up for a ring, that he would someday put on the stranger's hand. :)

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We're the strangers, and the sedan is like the life we have now. Or like our comfort zone. Getting on that bus is like leaving it all to God, and stepping out of our comfort zone. The cigarettes, pen, and paper is like our personal hopes and dreams.
Though sometimes we need to give up most of what we want in life, like the cigarettes.
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