Some Traveling Music
© by Rod McKuen

How can you say something new about being alone?

Tell someone you’re a loner and right away they think you’re lonely.

It’s not the same thing, you know.

It’s not wanting to put all your marbles in one pocket

It’s caring enough not to care too much..

Mostly, I guess, it’s letting yourself come first for a while.

One day I'm gonna find me an island, a think place.

Go there with a mess of records and a ukulele.

Just sit strummin’. I might even do some thinkin’.

About the women, and the towns that I’ve left behind.

Submitted by Barbara

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