There's a highway leads to nowhere,
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.
Aw now I hope that isn't the case! I hope you continue to be cherished.
ReplyDeleteNice poem.
Melancholy and lovely Rel...
ReplyDeleteAh I understand your perspective on life. ;)
ReplyDeleteGrand vision of truth. :)
ReplyDeleteGood yet sad.
ReplyDeletesounds like retirement
ReplyDeletethe river
Been around awhile have you?
ReplyDeleteso well written and true, but sounds like you've got a bit of the blues?
ReplyDeletewe all travel that road to nowhere at some point in our lives, can hear this in a country song somewhere
ReplyDeleteI think this would lend itself well to be set to music. Melancholy and lovely.
ReplyDeletea melacholy stunner.
ReplyDeletesmiles...where here is to hoping that pic does not show up until you have worn the tread off those tires...
ReplyDeleteBittersweet and haunting. Your poem seems to be the tale of a poor soul struggling with an addiction. It reads so fluidly. Thank you for sharing this, Rel.
ReplyDeleteOh no, they'll have to hire someone new! Who will do your job! Ha, ha! Your poem read like a song! Very nice!
ReplyDelete.. enjoyed the rhythm of your Mag!
ReplyDeleteOh, that road, yes, I know it. Love the flow of this.
ReplyDeleteSad and courageous..life itself..really like this.
ReplyDeleteYou dont have any problems yraversing this road, Rel
ReplyDeleteI know that mood so well. Well conjured.
ReplyDeleteI have much the same feelings...
ReplyDeleteRoad or river - they all give us a direction to follow...
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