JOURNEYING ON
He set off on another journey
His life was journey-bound –
Everything was another journey
He couldn’t stay still for a season
Still young – still breezing about
Pillar to post – friends housed-him
Girls helped-him – but never got a ring
– On the phone or – on a finger
Vagabond – the hip way to be
In his own eyes money didn’t matter
But he used it when he had it
Used it to make another discovery
Collecting discoveries like old bills
Some relevant to keep – in reminiscence
Others cast away or thrown
on the experience heap
Once again he wears that studious frown
across his brow – and he starts to think:
‘Bus station – hired car – walk the rest’
Call-in on someone half-known
Someone from first-time-round
Things didn’t always work out
On revisit –
doors were slammed
as past hurts – hadn’t passed
and forgiveness
for his exploitive-deeds didn’t flow
So he turned on his heels
Down on his uppers
And struggled through
’til the next idea
Would he do this all his life?
Loyal to the road – and addicted to something
Dishevelled and smelling of nicotine?
Or would he climb back on the wagon
And head for a far-off land
Remain reclusive and while-away the hours
‘Gauguin-romantic’ of unreality?
But of such – were some of you
until family beckoned and feet were
firmly placed on the ground
And imagination provided
the next journey to never take…
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