Friday 25 May 2018

Wanderlust

Wanderlust
A wanderlust calls, to my soul,
For paths, unknown, untrod.
Before the closing, of the day,
I'm called home, to my God.
The moors, the mountains, and the seas,
That I have never seen,
So many places, on this earth,
Where I have never been.
A life is far, too short, a time,
To see, all there's to see.
A little corner, of this world,
Has e'er been home, to me.
But, as the Autumn, of my days,
Turns, to the Winter's cold,
I wish, that I could start again,
Heart, young again, and bold.
Donna L. Ferguson Dudley, copyright 2018 2/23/18
Art http://yamichi.deviantart.com/


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