I saw the epitaph set in stone
' here lies a man who was born to roam'
He never knew a happy home
So he gave up
What he could not own
When the leather is wet
It'll stretch and bend
A time to etch
A time to mend
But when its dry
Its hard as bone
Ain't nothing worse
Than to die alone
By Joe may 2021
Inspired by ' into the wild' john mccandless story
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