A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by another-kind-of-blue

I came today to where I was

Which seems so long ago.

For days must pass

And wheels must turn

To lead us down our road.

I met a man who I once knew

Beneath the hollow oak.

From rolling stone to stepping stone,

I told him where I’ve been;

He stopped and smiled and spoke:

“Anywhere is everywhere

And here I am today.

What makes a man

Is how he walks

Not where he makes his way.”