Something seems so strange
In that no one worries no more.....
'Bout the possibilities of what
Another can be
Something seems amiss....
That no one returns common courtesy
In voice
Or with the commodity of a smile
Something seems so dark
With brother against brother
With no one staying together
And children reared by hollowed souled mothers
Meet the modern day travelin' man
The final light upon these dark hills
With voice drowned out by all
That is mute banal and shrill
Greet yesterday's travelin' man
Who'll drive till he finds that....
Other soul filled light, glow upon
Those dark hills
Greet the present's travelin man
Who has found a home
For after weary travel, he never gave up
Piercing our modern times, as dispair unraveled
*An ode to those who seek the giving people in life! For those that can kindly but needlingly reject those that cannot foster growth compassion empathy openness forgiveness and understanding. For those while weary from traveling in our modern days don't quit 'till the find the lovely people that can break the fear and be free to give of themselves! To those that seek that collective group of life givers who foster growth in others until everyone's final days!
