Always heading out somewhere
Back in those days.
It took a long time to satisfy
My thirst for adventure,
For places and people
And to be honest
A certain desire
To shed my family
And be me, no one but me
Not their daughter
Not their sister
Never a wife
To any man who offered.
Many people, many places later,
I came home.
Rich in the stories
Of everything I'd seen.
I settled for a while
But then relapsed.
A trip to Europe
Pressed itself upon me
For a brief time.
Again I returned here.
Now I am rooted here,
Taking root because of illness,
And money.
I might have done it anyway,
Put down my roots.
But common sense came late
To me, with difficulty.
I don't regret
My vagabond years.
Now I am sensible,
Mostly by default.
Author notes
Not exactly what you wanted, I suspect.
A contest entry
- The Sensible One by strangerforeigner.
375 points, ended July 26, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your opinion of this?
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Sensible by default. That's catchy. I think there is a price to pay for never settling down as Richard Thompson sings of his gypsy laundress in "Beeswing" and I am going to be paying it.
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Actually, this is a lot more on target than some other entries that I've recieved. I quite like it. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest!
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