It is a gypsy’s life
That I lead, from place to place,
Nomadic in deeds,
But, homesick in the heart.
From the frigid climes
Of Adirondacks
To the Arabian sea shore
And Pacific sands
I wandered
Without goal
And without destination,
Searching for something
To anchor me down.
There is no one to wait for
And no one to travel with,
But a lonely sojourner
I remained
In my seemingly
Dreamlike life.
But, does anyone know
The pathos of loneliness
That leaves one shiftless
Like a paddle free boat?
So heartfelt. I understand the homesickness you may feel even as you travel and are with others. Together with Varghese is where you wish you could be again. Liz
I feel disconnected sometimes.