Travelers, Drifters, and Those Searching To Belong

They roll in dragging a load of sorrows, hard times, and wondering of tomorrow.

Dressed in hip-hop, short skirts, and clothes that seem not to fit and borrowed.

They sit on the front porch every evening; they talk of hope and plan on future dreams.

They struggle; they fight and have sometimes tasted the worst that life can bring.

The young dad who lost his job, the young girl in recovery and now back in school.

To sit, to listen and in a surreal sense live with them their lives; gives tomorrow a new meaning.

So much is there to learn if one would but hear the shattered hopes and dreams.

We all have our pain; we all think that sometimes we have worst of all.

Yet if one would but spend a week on the front porch, one might hear their true call.

Therefore I am glad I have traveled this road, I am glad I sat on the front porch of dreams.

For life amongst the living…rich or poor aint always what it seems.

J. Allen Wilson © 7/10/09****Full Moon Productions Florida; 2009