a single tear slid from his eye
and he left the things he needed most
and passed them up, alone at last
he no longer would know
the friends and neighbors of his youth.
To walk the weary trails of life
he started on his path of hope.
The cobblestones would feel his feet
the trees would see his story through
and the birds would listen to his tune.
Of course at last he would return
and every stone would be changed.
He would not know the peoples faces
and would only remember the far off places.
His final journey he then would take
to a new place and not return.
He could not come back
with new stories to tell
but the new road led on
and he was alone.
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