Sometimes we wander.

We wander together,
this silent man and I.
Walking, with hands held,
sure of each other,
though the world is made up,
of numerous uncertainties.

We wander,
sometimes as children
seeing into the world,
with glee and depth.

Sometimes as geriatrics,
with wounds and scars,
never quite forgotten.

Sometimes as ourselves,
with quiet as our anchoring,
and held hands, for our reasons.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

6 thoughts on “Sometimes we wander.

  1. Very cute and easy to associate with. A beautiful little poem to warm a heart that needed something like this today. Thank you!

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