A Rolling Stone

~

I walk    by myself,

I talk     with myself.

I keep     to myself,

 

    alone.

 

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

    Confess!

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,

 

Whatsoever

    the path

He is on.

~

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

revused 13 April 2014.

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