Being a Gypsy

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There are times I find myself wishing that I wasn't such a gypsy In lonely moments when the walls echo in the silence Then it bites again, the wanderlust And who would share this existence? A year or two here, a month or two there, Then seeking to see what lies beyond the horizon, never truly home. Yet, if asked, I would never trade this life For all the world holds dear! Let others live their lives vicariously Through TV, books and movies. I seek firsthand knowledge! And, when time is done, 'Tis I, the gypsy, who will have lived A full, full life! For I live what others only dream! I wrote this poem several years ago. It continues to be one of my favorites of all my poems. It was at a time when I was coming to terms with the way my life had turned out...my singleness, my inability to stay in one place for very long. I had a teacher once tell me that it has been said that, "Poets should be placed under arrest for indecent exposure...of the soul." Do you have a special poem that speaks deeply to your soul? What is it and why?