Not All Who Wander Are Lost

“Not all who wander are lost”

This is one of my mother’s favorite quotes. And it’s always struck me as an interesting way to live life.

The full poem is:

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.