Among My Souvenirs Poem by Gerry Legister

Going through the changes into different places
I want to be here, but I have to make a fresh start
To trace my footsteps again by counting the paces
In each move we see a picturesque stroke of art.


The scenery flows where new faces finds repose,
Dormant doors suddenly find hospitality bright,
Pondering upon the future that only God knows,
The length of days we have to live here on earth.

Going into the path where the picture is incomplete,
Move the jobless feet to places far out of my reach,
Where the pasture is green and opportunities meet,
Lairs of experience to be defined and distinguish.

Emblematic names hidden among my souvenirs
Stored in places where I became a member of staff?
For this limited wages I made friends with strangers,
Turn the pages and be taken back to where I left off.

Butterfly crystallize and waking up for another ride
The poses will become memories among my souvenir,
Tattoo with pride all the ambitions that I cannot hide,
Take the remainder of life to places I can adore.