Never been far: A poem 

I have never been to the snows 

where white flakes make the earth glow 

I have only seen the rains 

Know it’s everywhere, in the hills and plains  

I have never been to America 

Never driven in a flashy car 

My feet haven’t traveled far 

But I have delighted at the distant stars 

My paths are not many, my walk is routine 

But I faced the crossroads, braved the din 

I have paid my price, though my wallet is thin 

I have hopes and dreams, but never lived in sin 

My experiences are few, but wisdom is a swell 

Fortune is not my parlour, but stoicism rings my doorbell 

I believe in love and friendship, but hypocrisy I can tell 

The world is too large for me, yet I own it in my nutshell