A smile, a sigh
and ancient eyes
Not lacking spark
not lacking beat
And separate from walking feet
All traveling miles
And sporting styles
The curious of now and then
The casual observant zen
from port to port
a hi for sport
a mystery to me and thee
A birthday for the birthday tree
Gypsies are as gypsies want
Drinking from life's errant font
But staid, too and too much there
The younger boy with chocolate hair
And liquid eyes of honest earth
A mouth acquainted with true mirth
Quakes of ground won't matter here
For going, you know how to steer
And all the pathways traveled less
Are graced with the celestial kiss
Go in rhythm dearest one
At end of road is blessed sun
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