COME TRIP WITH ME (To Wanderers)

Come play with me my friend
With wild abandon, joy, mirth
Destinations without end
Remote places here on Earth

No one deters our zeal to roam
We’ve earned this time to play
We make ready to leave home
A few good byes, no delay

Take nothing, God shall provide
Our every need, great or small
With Guardian Angels alongside
Lest lurking danger us befall

Intrepid voyagers
You and me
Return home?
Yes…eventually!

poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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