The wanderer

He wanders down the cobbled back streets

Kicking at dust as he goes by

In the darkness he remembers

As the moon is shining high.

Thinking of the good and bad times

As he’s walked these streets before

He stops and glances at a window...

No one lives there any more.

Happy days with joyous moments

Heart wrenching times with so many tears

With his hands dug deep in pocket

He remembers through the years.

Mistakes he made are fresh in thought

Yet he has not one regret

Times were hard and life was testing

Something he shall not forget.

He wanders down the cobbled back streets

Kicking at dust as he goes by

In the darkness he remembers

As the moon is shining high.