Wanderer's Reward Poem by Derrick Andrews

Can think of the words to express how I feel.
I've wanted the best and a love that is real.
Accomplished the second, yet lacking the first,
Not really sure if that's better or worse.
Been searching for joy about all of my life.
I've been through my share of sheer glee and blunt strife.
But hopefully all of my work will come through.
And give me the treasure, all sadness eschewed.
But one thing I know's that I am not alone.
The aimless, quaint wanderers all have a home.
So worry not, stranger. You'll find your way soon.
You'll have plenty to eat once you pick up your spoon.