Loner poet

Soul of the lost traveler

Frail but yet so full of power and meek

Strong but yet so fast it can become weak

They say that your weakness is not your past

But the impressions it leave always last

Alone in the dark and cold world you are

Looking and searching for a purpose or a shooting star

Life is not so easy as it seems to one

One wrong pull and the thread is undone

Fret not my child for I am near to you

Watching and guiding everything you do

For today may seem very solemn and grim

Tomorrow will hold prosperity and a win

Go now and take up your bag and water pail

To the highroads the mountain paths and trails