Worlder
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

The word will traverse
I like what I hear
Appriciate life
The end is near

The world is diverse
I like what I see
Appriciate life
For only I'm me

The world is a scout
So let all thought out
It won't trap you in
It will make you sprout

Like a newly bloomed Pion
Like a newly born baby
The world has been great
Both earlier and lately