The Wanderer

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Commuting hoards that push ahead
But I do not run with the crowd
That aspiration now is dead
Without a watch, outside the press
Happier without the stress

In life I don’t strive for success
Financial gain is not my drive
For I do not want more but less
In pondering I feel alive
Have a wander look for flowers
Measure life in smiles not hours

napowrimo day 25. use a line of another poem as your first line

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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