A Humble Mumble

</>Pebbles in my path
stubbles on my chin
mindsets i cannot change
keep me on a stumble

a good clean smoke
my tokes every evening
dreams inside my mind
help me bumble on

gentle wisps of breeze
cool scents of the morn
twinkles of the night
give my slumber fuel

hope that never fails
friends i can trust
love that constantly flows
keep me going on

by tom thump

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You caught me with the title and the poem delivers a lot in a clear and precise form. Success in an economy of syllables. Thanks.