Job Conger and Artist Mike Delaney

We Wander!

So this will be the way we go:
We go to anywhere I know.
I know because my eager heart

     has told me so!

My sister is my friend; it's true.
It's true that life is all so new,
so new, and there is oh so much

     for us to see and do!

We'll take the road less traveled by.
By serendipity we shall fly.

Shall fly so sweetly, fleetly, as we wander far

     and nigh!
What will Fate choose for us years hence?
Years hence may temper young confidence.
Young confidence shuns grownups' fussy diligence.
And we shall dream, wandering free,
free, clownish,  cavorting, seekers 'til we . . .
'til we turn ten or maybe, let's say, seventy-three!

Job Conger