I have all the fortunes, the riches,
The world knows me for great fame.
I can visit the mountains, the beaches,
For there is not a sole to blame.

I don't have the greatest wealth,
The world may not know my presence.
Mountains, the beahces, I may not take their breath,
The world's elegance, I may not have their sense.

The mountains, I savour alone,
The beaches, I savour alone.
The entire globle is where I roam,
Never to find a place I can call home.

I live in normalcy, it might seem no strain,
I don't experience luxury, it's a life quite plain.
Every moment is spent with mates, with family,
Their timeless love is what makes the ordinary, extraordinary.

through the keyhole of your heart
i see the journey you have made
through deserts dry
and mountains ranges
you have travelled,
swimming in blue sea's
and muddy swollen rivers,
sleeping on beahces of sand
so golden it gleams, golden
in the early morning sun

you have laughed in the wilderness,
when there was no one to hear
cried alone and bereft
in cities so crowded, that no one heard
you have walked under
every phase of the  silent, lonely moon
and howled at the world,
your tears have watered
every continent
and your smile brought
warmth to many a cold fire place.

You have bartered,
your money, your life , your soul
and then bought them back for pennies, shekels and zots
only to give them away
to the next traveller
with a mendicant tale....

And you are home....in order to lick your wounds
in order to come to terms with those decisions
that have forshortend your allotted span
and we provide hospice and love and more
for you are our racounter,
our bard our sight
into the faraway,
the unthinkable...
the other side
you are the brave and reckless self,
we wished, we all wanted to be..

so welcome home, friend, welcome
pull up a stool and tell us a tale

as we sit in the shadows and cry at your fate