The Traveler

The Traveler

For years I’ve wandered on this earth
Throughout my span of time.
I’ve walked through peaceful meadows and
I’ve had my hills to climb.

I’ve strolled along through sunny fields;
I’ve plodded through the rain.
Although my days may seem the same,
They’ve never been mundane.

Sometimes, I’ve smiled at simple joys.
At other times, I’ve cried.
My memories, stored deep within,
Show travels far and wide.

My life has had its ups and downs,
But good outweighed the bad.
I’ve had my share of sorrows, yet
More often, I’ve been glad.

But now, my wandering will cease,
My traveling must end.
No ups and downs, no hills and dales,
No winding paths to wend.

My body fails me, day by day,
My cancer’s growing fast.
And no one seems to know how long
This mortal husk will last.

I travel now within my mind.
Across the farm and field.
I see a glow; I feel a pull.
My body wants to yield.

The final journey calls to me;
I have no chance to roam.
Open the gate and set me free
To walk the path to Home.

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