A Rolling Stone


I walk    by myself,

I talk     with myself.

I keep     to myself,




It’s come down    to this –


A blast    from the past

for whatever it was.

    Too fast!    I cast

what I had sown.


All that I was

and what now I am,

    mere recollections

from a very old man.


And here now, at last,

there is something I must


lest this     go unknown.


I’ve kept     with myself,

and talked     to myself.

I’ve walked     by myself


    where I roam.


All youth     having passed,

    I end up     like this:

The last     of my past,

    on my own.


You might see me    here,

but once I was    there –


        Look Quick!


too soon     I am gone.


A Rolling Stone

    Is Ever

at Home,



    the path

He is on.




©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

revused 13 April 2014.


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