Dreams
Expectations lost
Memories falling short
Thumbing a ride near Moose Jaw
Agenda girls fly by
Never looking your way
Always glancing in their mirrors
Leaving you behind
Memories less expectations
Some roads are not worth a trip
I never look back
Or there you will be again
We all change by the second
It can never be the same
Everything ends
Even the day
Why is the end so long?
Dragging out the pain
Every ghost has a warning
Sounding a little country
Forgotten senses
Easing along
Left behind
Agendas piled high
2 comments:
Another road metaphor -- my kind of poem!
Thank you Neil...That was nice of you say...
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