Songs of travels

Found a perfect picture to go along with this poem I first scribbled on my Facebook wall somewhere.


My hair’s not right

My skin breaks out

I am tanned, darkened, spotted and sore

My muscles ache, my lips are torn

My back hurts and my stomach growls

But my shoes are dirty

And they can sing you new songs.




May you, me and everyone

#travel always.


(The chappals belong to me and a wandering pal of mine.)