by Don Blanding
I know I've lived a thousand lusty lives
I've known all passions, griefs,
And joys that nimble man contrives
To give the rhythms of his days a richly varied range
I've walked the the road, a Vagabond,
through endless time and change.
Two ways my restless feet have sought,
two trails that are really one, my feet have trod.
The flowered path to beauty's shrine,
The weary climb to God.
Last updated November 17, 2022