Not All Who Wander
If I don't have a clear destination
As I wander along my way
Them it matters little where I go
Amids this unstructured day
Fa too often live requires
A rigid schedule or routine
Of errands and obligations
With hardly a moment between
But this one of those mornings
And today is one of those days
When none has a claim upon me
And I can wile the hours away
I can sit and stare at the ocean
Take a walk in the redwood trees
Drive down scenic highways
Rey of the above, aimlessly
What's next in my open agenda?
Not sure what the hours will bring
Today, the world is my oyster
And that is a beautiful thing
By Frank Carpenter
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