This course I follow, this path
that would have one ultimate destination,
one kept from me till my final day,
has had no direct route. It has gone
in circles, from here to there and sometimes
back, as I bumble my way through life.
This is my response to Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit?, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word bum in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
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