Lonely road (sorry for the bad poem ) The road ahead is long But still I…

Lonely road (sorry for the bad poem )

The road ahead is long

But still I travel along

Humming my favourite song

The direction may be wrong

But at least I have my bong

The journey awaits me

I traverse daily and nightly

Singing my favourite song on mp3

I'm unsure of what's ahead to see

Returning home is no guarantee

Trekking , I push onwards

Steadily , I go forwards

Careful to avoid any hazards

I will rest and relax afterwards

Cautiously , I move westwards

Sleeping , a bit here and there

Resting now is something rare

Did I just see up the trail , a bear ?

I hope I don't have to see his stare

I would be scared frozen by his glare

Foraging for berries and nuts

I managed to carry a few spuds

Through the forest and all the mud

Tripping and fumbling I receive cuts

To take this trip some say I have guts

After traveling across the country

My shoes are worn and I'm hungry

I arrived at my home town muddy

I left with the bare minimum , no money

To my surprise I ran into an old buddy

We caught up with each other

Him a family , car , a butler

But I , no job , no home , a sucker

I left behind a brother and a mother

Seems what I have is just a bummer

He offered me a place to sleep

And a good meal for me to eat

His house is on a busy street

His family were there to meet

I slept very early as I was beat

I woke up at sunrise to explore

Some of the same buildings as before

New things , people too , there are more

I would find a job for sure ,I swore

After many hours , I was hired at a store

My big adventure to return home

After decades , now I am grown

I felt like this is a place of my own

I managed this far as I've shown

With this trip my mind has been blown

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