Wanderer

   Sometime wanderer of my soul,
    You restless spirit who I hear
    Knock! Knock!
    Upon my soul,
     You shall not gain your freedom today,
    For stripings greater than my own will
     Keep us bound together.
     My open heart and ill content feet
    Stray no further from your intent 
    Than I would have them.

This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.

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