The Weary Traveler

Poem by Jim Mann

Featuring the artwork of David W. Reed III

The Weary Traveler

Half past eleven, minutes pass into hours

As if this moment were to last for a lifetime

The hustled movement of the day past

And night is upon us.

The weary traveler sits eyes straight ahead

Lifeless waiting hands cradle a weather worn cheek

Hat pulled down to hide the lack of care

Wrapped in a old scarf to keep off the night chill

Where has this traveler gone in her mind

What tales of woe hide deep within

Lips turned downward and a hint of sadness in weaken eyes

And still she waits.