A Wandering Poet

Walt Whitman Once Wrote: Oh Me! Oh Life! Of The Questions Of These Recurring Of The Endless Trains Of The Faithless Of Cities Filled With The Foolish Of Myself Forever Reproaching Myself (For Who More Foolish Than I And Who More Faithless?) Of Eyes That Vainly Crave The Light Of The Objects Mean Of The Struggle Ever Renewed Of The Poor Results Of All Of The Plodding And Sordid Crowds I See Around Me Of The Empty And Useless Years Of The Rest With The Rest Me Intertwined The Question O Me! So Sad Recurring – What Good Amid These O Me O Life? Answer. That You Are Here – That Life Exists And Identity That The Powerful Play Goes On And You May Contribute A Verse. This Book Is My Verse. And Hopefully Chapter 1 Of It. What Is Yours?