By Charles Robert Lindholm
his life
was on the ocean
hers
was on the land
he was
wandering on the wind
and she
would never understand
why did he have to travel
to exotic ports of call?
why couldn’t the farm be home to him
from winter to the fall?
why couldn’t he just be happy
to stay at home with her
instead of going ‘round the world
trading spices, rum and fur?
his life
was on the ocean
hers
was on the shore
he needed things
she could not give
he has
an inner hunger
and a thirst for more
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
The Reluctant Poet 
So relate it to a gypsy soul. Wonderful.
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Oh this is wonderful! I love the subtle rhyme throughout the poem, it was a nice touch that gave the poem an ease in its reading.
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Thank You, Jade! Sometimes things do work out! Ha! So, Glad You enjoyed it! Nice to have You visiting!!!
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Excellent poetry Charles. I guess some souls were just made to wander.
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Yeah, or just dream about it! Things always seem greener on the other side of the fence! Ha!
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Some people weren’t meant to be together. Beautifully written 🙂
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Girl, You crack me up!!! True! but then maybe they can’t stay away from each other either despite some major differences? I think of the sailors in Moby Dick gone for endless months?? What of them? Did their wives leave them? but were it me I would opt for Your solution – NOT meant to be!
Thanks for commenting, I loved it!
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Aww, anytime 🙂
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