I was viewing my photo album,
Just remembering my old ones.
I wish they could have stayed longer,
To have more conversations,
To have met more people,
And seen more skies,
Below which I swooned.
I was thinking of the old days,
When I began to wonder,
If only I had read more books,
And whistle more tunes to myself,
I’d have been not a vagabond at heart today.
Perhaps it was only for the good.
I’d like to thank Scott Rainer for having written a large part of this poem, and inspiring me to write the rest. he is an amazing writer of great talent.