But A Mere Traveler

But A Mere Traveler short poem

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I am but a mere Traveler

On a dusty winding road,

With only a box of feelings

And my pet toad.

I met many people, many strangers,

Many foes.

But only some of them deserve their roles,

In my trampled, stampled life.

This road might fork one day

Or go on forever,

A dead end might come anytime,

If I don’t get clever.

I am but a mere Traveler,

On this dusty, winding road ;

And I still wish the journey gets lively,

Like my little pet toad.

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