Patrick Wescott

Rookie (10/01/1970 / Webster, New Hampshire)

Traveller (1993r)

Poem by Patrick Wescott

I am just a traveller
searching the road of life,
with niether direction or purpose
except to find my own.

There are tribes of us,
who will join and travel together.
But there are outsiders,
who watch and are curious.
And they will never join us, for
we dont want their blood on our conscience.

But if they find their own ride,
then we will freely welcome them,
and let them make their own choices
at the many forks in the road.

Our speed and direction are always changing.
The one feeling that is constant,
is the longing to ride.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 14, 2005