The Rover Finds a Home

The dust of long uncounted roads
Is caked upon my feet.
My wanderings have carried me
Down ways I can’t recall.
Faces in my memory
Encountered as I passed
Remind me that, for all I’ve seen,
I haven’t seen it all.

But now, I’m contemplating
Giving up my lonely ways;
A new adventure grounded in
A family and home.
The comforts of the hearth call me
To leave the empty nights;
To leave aside my wanderings,
Let some other minstrel roam.

Yes, the road has its appeal:
The pleasures of the nights
Spent entertaining strangers
By a campfire’s welcome glow.
But loneliness wears on the body,
Tires the very soul:
No life to grow old in,
And so I let it go.

Instead of stranger’s faces,
I want now, to see just one,
That loves me with my whole heart,
As equally I her.
And though sometimes, I’ll miss the road,
Still I have no regrets.
Of all the lives that I could choose,
I know which I prefer.

So I remove my traveling shoes,
And leave them by the door.
No more I’ll go a roving
Through the country far and wide.
Unless, some day there comes a time
To walk those roads again,
Not alone, but with my
Loving Lady by my side.