A Traveller Poem by Ansha Truter

A Traveller



I don't really live in this world
I am only renting space
The places I have lived cannot be called home

People take me in solely through God's grace.
Better not overstay my welcome.
Thou shall not inconvenience any soul.

Off you go to your next temporary abode.

Saturday, October 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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Ansha Truter

Ansha Truter

Cape Town, South Africa
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