Just a wanderer
No where to settle.
Known to all by sight,
And my hearty mettle.
 
Years may go by,
As the circle continues.
Faces grow old,
As do my sinews.
 
Time moves on,
As It passes me bye.
Lost in timless walk,
Rarely do I give a sigh.
 
Tireless are the legs,
Upon which I travel.
Never a grunt heard,
As the road unravels.
 
Let the winds know
As they carry my thoughts.
That I am a wanderer old,
Looking for the rest I've sought.