Wandering And Wondering - Poem by Phil Panebianco
Wandering around with no where to go,
just looking at people that I pass by.
Wondering, what their lives are like?
Wondering, who are they?
What they do?
So many possibilities.
Such different characters.
Each person with their own stories.
Rich and successful, their rise to fame and fortune.
The ordinary people who live their lives day to day.
Each person with their own demons.
The criminals who pollute our society.
Runing the streets we once called safe, we once called home.
The down and out junkies,
who walk the streets looking for a handout.
Anything to satisfy their needs.
Yet, I wonder what makes these people tick?
What could've happened to them, for their lives to come to this point?
The drug dealers on the corner, that poison our children.
Do they realize the future they may be ruining?
Now I take a step back and look at my life.
I am an individual with my own needs.
I want a better life, for me, my family and my future.
I will choose my paths wisely and be my own man.
I will be able to stand tall, stand proud.
You are what you make yourself.
Decide your own destiny,
decide who you are and who you are going to be.
Just be true to yourself.
Just do it.
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