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People Ask Me
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A personal reflection

People ask me ‘ Where do you come from?’ ‘Your accent sounds cute, from which foreign lands? A difficult question, my dear home is gone The past feels a dream, a road lined with friends I left my father with tears in his eyes I’m married to jobs - I stop to pretend To find a fortune between hot jungles and ice On the road, sweet ladies healed my broken heart I’m roaming the planet, as long as fuel lasts But work and my silly nature do pull us apart Spending my time here n’ there, in a day-dreaming cast Life feels like a movie, without popcorn and coke Fulfilling excitement, strength, wonder and joke Heading toward a horizon, placid and free I must leave behind my treasure grove tree Sweet childhood strawberries and mushrooms are gone That’s why it’s so hard to tell where I am from © 2004 by Franz L Kessler

Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)

Reviewed on September 12, 2004

I understand.
You picked this life, but I think you are happy with it.
But even though you pretend not to know your roots anymore, I am sure you do. they will always be somewhere deep in your heart.
Good one.

Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)

Reviewed on August 27, 2004

People ask me too Franz....

Must be the G'day Mate! lol

Wonderful images in this fine poem......ty, Dani

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on August 24, 2004

Funny Franz: People never are foreign until they step across the border (or sometimes even the street). And it seems that for a person who knows how to adjust, anywhere can be home.

Heard the personal testimony from beginning to the end of this write,
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Lovely images, great write.

Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)

Oh what a lovely revelation, Franz!
This fine piece of introspection shows not only your many facets,
but a type of life many see only in the daydreams at their
high-rise desk.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

The past feels a dream, a road lined with friends

Marvelous poem, Franz, and having been a traveler on my job most of my life I can relate very well to it. But it is an adventure, too, never knowing where the road will lead next.

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on August 23, 2004

>>Life feels like a movie, without popcorn and coke
great line. great poem.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

aha Franz! An enigma a solo rider wending his way through life
leaving ladies with teary eyes wondering where their surprise went to;-)I enjoyed this wonderful poem!

Reviewed by jude forese

you're from a very creative source, that's for sure ...

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Better to be a gypsy, a different place each day or so, what a wonderful existence, other than it being a lonely one...Find Peace, Ed & Rufuz

Reviewed by Crystal-Rain Love

It was a pleasure to read this, those last two lines could not have been more perfect.

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Franz, you are a Wanderer...much like the ones in Storm's era...which is expressed very well in this poem. You show your moment of nostalgia and regret, but also the wise acceptance of your choices and their consequences.

Gina

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Where you are from is not of importance;
It's who you are and where you are going is.

Sandie May Angel