The Journeyman Poem by Gerry Legister
The Journeyman
On the rocky road for roses
Death comes with a loss
Pain, sorrow, and remorse
A beautiful life without storms
is hidden among the thorns
Treasures protected with arms
Time is a harvest reaper,
But age is the cunning deceiver
Waiting for souls on every corner
Strength is a wayfaring demand,
Convince that it is strong
With images going to a distant land
Death is the complete journeyman,
Staking a claim to everyone
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