I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto never thinking to stop
I wonder why dreams are never-ending, haunting
Pushing one to the limit, aiming that one thing
I hear laughter and giggles, I see love and travels
I want home I want peace, and everything that unfolds
I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop
I pretend to walk with grace, meeting their every gaze
I feel their welcoming smile and heartwarming embrace
I touch a sad child’s face, making him happy in many ways
I worry about inaudible cry, unheard and unaddressed
I cry about sad songs, sad movies and scenes
I feel their every word, their heartaches and pains
I am a wanderer I am a half- filled cup
With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop
I understand that life is sometimes unfair
That I should be bold and daring, and at the same time fair
I say that when it gets tough, it becomes more exciting
I also dream of healing hearts, healing pains I sing
I try to lend a hand, shrug sadness, pat shoulder
I hope to ease a lonely heart and bring joy forever
I am a wanderer, I am half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop
Nice; allowed me to wander in my mind to some other place and time. Thanks
I understand that life is sometimes unfair That I should be bold and daring, and at the same time fa - - - - - - - - Wonderful poem, what a great wanderer you are.
Fantastic poem..Tale of a wanderer..the thoughts, feelings..Great work..
I try to lend a hand, shrug sadness, pat shoulder I hope to ease a lonely heart and bring joy forever I am a wanderer, I am half-filled cup With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop Wow! Sounds so familiar. Ha ha...
haunting in its message yet so sweet in it's conception. Nicely done
I read you with gusto and zest - never thinking about what´s coming next i am a wanderer through your rhyme - I am the other half-filled cup of mine I wonder how words so beautiful can sing - and bring you my reply on an elf wing i hear laughter and giggles - while reading you, together with mixed pickles sometimes I read you with ginger and ale - but nevertheless I read you and that´s my mail; =)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, you did a great profile of 'wanderer' with its emotions and joys, you concentrated the attention on it repeating 'I' at begining of every verse. Well written..Cristina Teodor