Borne upon the winds of life He travels through the ages. Seeing the happiness and strife Of life in all it's stages. Swept across the seas of time On his eternal voyage. He sees man rise from out the slime Upon the land to forage. Knowing not what task he's set But that it must be done He travels 'cross the times of yet And sees the dying sun. Gene Wiginton 1982
Reason for writing:
I can't really say for sure what inspired this one. I was riding my motorcycle one day and it just sort of happened! To me it just comments on the mysteries of life. GeneBirth sign: Not entered
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