A poem about the traveller who wanders around. |
"The Lonely Traveller" The lonesome traveller walks many a town. In all kinds of weather He travels around His feet and the road meetlink As he tramps the street Taking shelter where found He sleeps on the ground On a park bench he'll ponder With food wrapped in foil Before the road takes him yonder To labour and toil He travels around From morning till late On and on Till he meets heaven's gate. |