Wandered lonely, wandered far, wandered away from
the nearest star – just kept walking, but not much talking –
to no one in particular; maybe they seemed so peculiar,
these people I rarely met. But carried on I did, till I met
my mate Sid, who was confused about where I was heading
All I could think was to tell him that it might be somewhere
near Reading!
PS. Not to confuse overseas readers, Reading is a town in Berkshire in England
Poems By ken makepeace 