Poetry

I travel with my eyes, 
Watching those silently cry, 
Asking themselves the question why, 
Someone left them without saying goodbye; 

I travel with my thoughts, 
I travel with my pen; 
To write about children, women and men; 

I travel with my voice, 
I travel with my hope, 
That something new, would spring into my horoscope, 
Whether in Asia, America or Europe, 
There'll always be something interesting to scope; 

I travel to many different places, 
Mix with many races, 
Identify tribesmen by their faces, 
And little girls by their laces, 

I travel without money, 
So, please listen to my testimony, 
The good, the bad and even the ugly, 
Every experience is worth life's journey, 

For I'll always be marvelled, 
When ever I travel.