I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup
With zest and with gusto never thinking to stop
I wonder why dreams are never-ending, haunting
Pushing one to the limit, aiming that one thing
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Fantastic poem..Tale of a wanderer..the thoughts, feelings..Great work..
I try to lend a hand, shrug sadness, pat shoulder I hope to ease a lonely heart and bring joy forever I am a wanderer, I am half-filled cup With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop Wow! Sounds so familiar. Ha ha...
haunting in its message yet so sweet in it's conception. Nicely done
I read you with gusto and zest - never thinking about what´s coming next i am a wanderer through your rhyme - I am the other half-filled cup of mine I wonder how words so beautiful can sing - and bring you my reply on an elf wing i hear laughter and giggles - while reading you, together with mixed pickles sometimes I read you with ginger and ale - but nevertheless I read you and that´s my mail; =)
Nice; allowed me to wander in my mind to some other place and time. Thanks
Beautiful poem, you did a great profile of 'wanderer' with its emotions and joys, you concentrated the attention on it repeating 'I' at begining of every verse. Well written..Cristina Teodor
I understand that life is sometimes unfair That I should be bold and daring, and at the same time fa - - - - - - - - Wonderful poem, what a great wanderer you are.