The Wanderer

My back is aching and my mind is dearth
How I long for the comfort of that hearth
For in this world while I seek more knowledge
Lets make sure my girls get through college.

Come with me, old sages from the past
For time is short, it will not last
With each life some pain and thunder
A little fear, a little hunger.

Strangers with tales to tell and songs to sing
Sometimes comfort and sometimes sting
Outlooks are broadened and inwards I look
My soul is sharpened while I read on in my books.

Some will do, some will teach
And some things seem out of reach
Why burden yourself, some may say
Because someday night will turn to day.
- Ridinger, October 2009