My last hitch ride had turned off,
I sat on that empty road waitin' a
long while, on another to come along.
The wind chill of near night made
itself known, and still no headlights
on that road had shown.
Some trees out yonder on a rise
looked doable. So, I slung my
rucksack of worldly goods onto
my shoulder and trudged off all alone.
Being free ain't all it's cracked up to be.
But the in-betweens have their moments.
Like a warm campfire and a rabbit roasting
on the spit. And tomorrow yet another
horizon to reach.
New Year reflections
of been there done that.
Grateful for a snug warm
home and enough to eat.
Maturity teaches us the value
of these basic things.
Wander Lust is not a lifetime
career, merely a useful life
experience of a temporary
duration.