I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup <br />With zest and with gusto never thinking to stop <br />I wonder why dreams are never-ending, haunting <br />Pushing one to the limit, aiming that one thing <br />I hear laughter and giggles, I see love and travels <br />I want home I want peace, and everything that unfolds <br />I am a wanderer I am a half-filled cup <br />With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop <br /> <br />I pretend to walk with grace, meeting their every gaze <br />I feel their welcoming smile and heartwarming embrace <br />I touch a sad child’s face, making him happy in many ways <br />I worry about inaudible cry, unheard and unaddressed <br />I cry about sad songs, sad movies and scenes <br />I feel their every word, their heartaches and pains <br />I am a wanderer I am a half- filled cup <br />With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop <br /> <br />I understand that life is sometimes unfair <br />That I should be bold and daring, and at the same time fair <br />I say that when it gets tough, it becomes more exciting <br />I also dream of healing hearts, healing pains I sing <br />I try to lend a hand, shrug sadness, pat shoulder <br />I hope to ease a lonely heart and bring joy forever <br />I am a wanderer, I am half-filled cup <br />With zest and with gusto, never thinking to stop<br /><br />naida supnet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderer-18/
