Growing up with little
On life’s other side of
Prosperity’s tracks
Feeling little love
Orphaned and now alone
Facing endless trials
Not famous and rich
Walking distant miles
Mansion never lived in
Dreaming of special place
Emptiness drains time
Leaving drifter’s race
Searching for happiness
Another evening fire
Nomad’s life stirring
Finding what inspires
Big Sky Buckeye 
What an unusual poem! I like it!
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Susan, thanks for your feedback. This poem started out with a theme, but then my pen navigated a different approach. It is unusual, but I don’t mind taking a risk in posting it.
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a deep reflection that has a myriad of meaning!
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Kate, I appreciate your feedback. My creative pen took off in a different direction. I am pleased that you found some meanings to contemplate.
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you excelled, kudos Richard!
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I wonder if you had someone in mind as you penned those impacting words.
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Crissy, I appreciate your comment. When I began writing this poem, I had an image of Charlie Chaplin’s “The Tramp” in my mind. As I wrote, the poem took itself to a special place.
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Brilliant ! Thank you Richard .
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