Westward
by L.M. Browning
There will come a day
when I succumb to the
roaming, rambling, road.
When you wake
to find me gone
do not seek me,
do not come for me.
Remember me with dust
on my boots and know
that I am happy.
Westward
by L.M. Browning
There will come a day
when I succumb to the
roaming, rambling, road.
When you wake
to find me gone
do not seek me,
do not come for me.
Remember me with dust
on my boots and know
that I am happy.