Do we all wander the same paths?

Wondering/Wandering

People change little from continent to continent-

The odd custom here and there, different food-

But, all love and hate, wonder about life,

And fear what they don't understand.

They all die and don't want to,

Or can't die and do want to,

But they all have regrets and dreams.

Some find hopelessness easier

And live with it longer, or much shorter

As fortune and karma will have it.

In the end few of our names are known

Longer than a generation or two

Lacking great works of good or evil

To make other generations wonder as well.

Then we all go home, or lie forgotten in foreign sod

Having wandered and wondered our last.