I Have To Go I Cannot Stay

i am just a pilgrim and my real job is to walk
anywhere
i am a vagabond and my place is
everywhere
i do not even have stars to follow to serve as
my guide,
i walk and sleep and walk and sleep and walk again
under the skies
night and day alone

follow me and take the risk,
but of course,
i will be happy to have you and be my love
in this pilgrimage
anywhere everywhere somewhere

we shall be together when we shall arrive
possibly
still holding with our mournful gazes

cheers... i am not the fine wine
just plain water, and you are not the cup
just plain cusped hands...

drink, we shall walk again
this time, together, beside each other..

we follow Him.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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