I Must Go Alone To My Bed
I am a weary wanderer
On a lonesome and winding road.
I am a daily ponderer.
I bear a ponderous load.
My shoes are worn down to the soles.
My pants are rent with gaping holes.
But I still maintain my feet
And earth as a temporal seat.
I have nothing to call my own.
All I possess, I do on loan.
All my possessions I shall shed
Down to the last verse in my head.
And whether I’ll taste victory
Before I face my last defeat
Is an unrecorded story.
But gain and loss I shall both meet.
I have a few more miles to go.
I have a few more thoughts to know,
And my destination to see
When I arrive at destiny.
Shed no tears when I pass on by.
We must face both drought and rain.
It is only torture to cry.
Perhaps our paths may join again.
Every road eventually ends
As love passed far beyond our tread.
Each friendship leads to parting friends.
I must go alone to my bed.
~ Daniel F Mitchell
