we’ve passed through so many towns
so many people
with lives we’ll never imagine
or even touch.
we’re small
even when we’re great.
we can hear the cries of the world,
or we hear its songs.
whatever sorrows we’re blessed with,
they show us some sort of way.
whether home
or unknown.
we wander
and move closer,
to something.
Your poem is inspirational! ☆☆☆☆☆😎
Evocative!