Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Travellers Gold by Matthew Robinson.

"Strolling through new lands
At one with my wits
No concrete plans
Or miscellaneous bits

On paths unyet trod
To seas unyet seen
In the hands of the gods
Who made meadows green

To see people old
With eyes made anew
By the traveller's gold
That lays in us few

The few that do seek
All that we don't know
We surely aren't meek
We move and we grow

And where will it lead
To a life I don't know
But the golds guaranteed
Just follow the flow."

So, a guy I met in Brunei and travelled with to KK in Borneo wrote this at the start of his trip. I just wanted to share it with my friends because I really love the poem! Enjoy. 

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