His skin is tanned and wrinkled
His hair has turned to grey.
His shirt and jeans are faded
His shoes seen better days
He just can't help but wonder
How the years have blown away
Tumbleweeds and memories, and
Tomorrow's yesterday's
A night he sits alone as evening closes in
He thinks about his life and the way things might have been.
Then drifts away to wander through another place and time tumbleweeds and memories on the backroads of his mind
His swag is rolled and dusted
His billy starts to sing
Damper and black tea as
He hits the road again
He wanders down familiar tracks, time has shown the way
Tumbleweeds and memories and tomorrow's yesterday
I tried to find you the day before yesterday but failed then I saw your name on notifications and tried again. I am so enriched by doing so
Thank you for your kind comments, have been off PH for sometime, the site has changed
Keith---this is literature. The capital L type Literature. It has a rhythm, it has soul, it has repetitions as that tumbleweed rolls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is more than a 5 star poem--it is a sky full of stars poem. I am also favoriting it. I shall be back reading more from you.
Seems I lost my original reply, thanks for reading, and cavorting always good to get feed back