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The Wandering Man

By , Clifton, VA
As I lay my head down to sleep each night,
I take the time to think of the old man.
For all of eternity, he will wander with nowhere to go,
And no one to keep him company.
He will search for the meaning of life,
He will run to find a glimpse of hope,
But he will never find life’s true meaning.

I’m lucky, like a little girl finding a four-leaf clover.
I have found the meaning of life;
To love is the meaning of life.
Living a full life is waking up every morning with a purpose;
Every morning I wake up ready for the day, and ready to see those I love.

This poor man, who believes so naively that he can find life’s meaning,
Will always reach into empty air, grasping at the never-ending nothingness.
He will open his hands to find them empty.
He will feel alone and unheard.
As he strides forward looking for happiness,
He will never find the magic of loving someone.





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