Travelers, Many Poem by John F. English
Travelers, Many
There are many travelers on the road
Moving with a very heavy load
Some literal and some abstract
It's all really just a foolish act
To think they move with any purpose
As they rush to catch the last bus
They are endless seekers and dreamers
Always chugging their final beers
But they know more of life than most men
As they search for a friendly den
Traveling is an addiction
It is no simple reduction
Better to do this than stay at home
I prefer to chew life to the bone
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5/13/2024 1:59:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this poem. I feel like I'm listening to a bystanders thoughts as he watches the way those around them live their lives. Then, he compares them to himself and finds that he is not so different. I also feel like this is a portrait of life, an attempt to discover the purpose of life in a way. According to an excerpt from Aleksander Hemon's The Lazarous Project life is a river - take whatever meaning you will from that. For me though, life has whatever meaning you give it. That could mean its about love, family, dreams, or whatever you care about most. anyhow, great poem - I enjoyed it!