Traveler
Whenever when my world is calling,
I’ll travel all along.
I’ll take my little organ with me,
so you all can hear my song.
I’m living from the laughs
on peoples faces were I go.
But where and when we’ll meet again?
The answer: “I don’t know”.
Aqua1955
3 Comments
Cynthia Stayte 20 Dec 2010
Another good one Ben, and I love the poem under it.Tabitha Borges 02 Oct 2008
neat traveler...great depth and meaningSharon Gonzalez 19 Sep 2008
LOVE THIS LOTS, AQUA1955