The Trek

I set out on a little trek,
That I, the world might see.
The weather, it was balmy, clear,
Not nicer could it be.

The sun shone down about me as
I Trottled right along.
The birds joined in the chorus, as
I sang aloud my song.

I happened on a cobbler, who
Said, "My-good-golly-pete,
You can't be travelin' my lad
With nothin' on your feet.

Although I hadn't thought of it,
I saw some I did like,
And without too much dickering,
A bargain we did strike.

And then I met a tailor, who
Said, "My dear boy, it's rare,
To see a fellow clad in shoes
While other than that bare."

A speech ensued about the pros
Of fashion and did run
From tying a cravat just right,
To harmful rays of sun.

Of course I bought that suit of clothes
And then I bought a home.
With all of the accouterments
And ceased the world to roam.

Sometimes now in the evenings, while
Just lying in my bunk,
I think about my life thus far
And all my bloomin' junk.

If I had other paths then walked;
The cobbler had I passed;
The world I'd have gone around
And seen all that it hast.

I wouldn't have this pile of stuff
To lug around and clean,
But wisdom great from all would I
Have had the chance to glean.