The wanderer is
a travelling man.
he is a nomad,
he has walked and ran.
A ronin if there
ever has been one.
he failed his master.
he missed with his gun.
his home, his family,
they are gone forever.
so he continues
this sad endeavor.
Town to town along
highways and byways.
Alone now he is,
silently he prays.
God have mercy on
his tormented soul.
let him enter your paradise.
alas, i know him too well.
Author notes
I know this isn't good, but oh well! I wanted to create something to honor the 47 Ronin. I'll redo a better version later.
Written July 4th, 2003
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ummm not quite sure i got this, its a little strange but anyways i looked at all ur poems and my fav was Insomniac. seeya later and cool poems! heather
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this is okay, could be revised as u said but its cool. you seem to think outside the crayons.(not sure where that came from but yea) neat o cool
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good
This isn't bad Brandon. I liked it a lot. Keep it up.
-Matt-
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