I Am a Lonely Wanderer

I Am a Lonely Wanderer

I am a lonely wanderer
On my way towards death.
I love the clarity of air
Each time I take a breath.

I love the friends who walk with me
And then must go their way.
I love the rose at dawn and dusk
That celebrates each day.

I love to laugh at all the things
That do not know they're fun,
And weep at all the things that wound
And shrivel up the sun.

I never saw my father's face
And will not have a child,
But even so, I share with you
My joy, wind-whipped and wild.