To the world, he’s just a vagabond
a boat with no moorings,
a rolling stone,
a tramp!

He wishes to possess nothing
for possessions weigh him down!
The sky is his roof,
The warm earth his bed.
The stars and the moon his lights.
He has the wind for music
and the wild animals for companions.

He needs nobody
for he was born alone
and will die alone.
He’s at peace with the world,
harbours no grudges
suffers no depressions
as he lives the lifestyle
of his choice – unfettered!

Don’t we all have a
`gypsy’ lurking within us
straining at life’s absurdities,
raring to be set free?

Do we have the guts to
untie the chains
and stroll free … unencumbered?