A Wandering Minstrel
wandering minstrel with broken legs
Any pain he will subvert
Incognito, he travels with a dozen eggs
A Samaritan he once failed to convert.
in disguise – the local imp
Has the aristocracy confused
Judging bravery and every wimp
Yet, women he can not seduce.
and consummate healer
All the lame acquiesced to “up and go”
One became a shoe store dealer
Another promenade with golden toe.
all prevailing winds
Chain them all – lax and callow
Not succumb to their wounds and sins
Only the tenacious mind will follow.