Pilgrims Parade~!

I was gullible to the fall
Told the coroner that’s all
He held his pick and call
Telling me there’ll be a roll

When the mist of life comes
Another turn and story sums
Adding to the bread crumbs
Ahoy! The ship to harbor berths

Glorious the vista behold
Wonder filled watching the mold
No shouts and war round the soul
Free at last my wounds enfold

This pilgrim has some journey
Without food, clothes or money
Sometimes holding to be lonely
Heads high, as I approach comely

© Gagman Cleopas