A Story Of The Wanderer (Rhymed) Poem by Roger Bewman

Days go by
The sea’s blue dye
The autumn breeze
The gut feelin' freeze
So I start to tease
Surely I’m not at ease

Soon this someone will be somewhere due
Notes dispersing in the moon’s highlighted view

The rain falls
Waterfalls in his mind
Lost decisions calls
Movements of eternity’s wilderness find

A libertine in a paper full of red notes
A flamingo surpassing the speed of life quotes:
‘’Pen crafted marks questions of time once was dots’’

Smiles blend in with love
While his face cracks
The others laugh

Some distant
Once something else
Goodness gracious me
The fields eternal shine matures,
letting invigorating sensations become dense

Fool in his own right
Collecting circumstance’s light
of someone else’s website

A pint of Guiness please…Mr.Albright