
I've been there many times.
For miles and miles it stretches
With nary a soul to find.
There's always been an exit
To get me back to town.
Time and time again
To the lost highway I am bound.
And I know the day will come
When no exit will be found.
The road of life has been kind
To me, and gentle by and far.
That lonely road to nowhere-
I'll trod 'til who knows when.
Put my picture in the obit there,
I won't be to work again.
Labels: #29 lost highway, Writer's Island.