Travelled roads
these graveled feet have seen
deep layers, beneath….
the past - of where he's been.
Is a ridden track of steel
a cold line - yet defined
which pulls the weight
- he drags behind.
A shadow, of a long day
he pines away - this stretch of mind.
But change must come
around a cornered bend
to turn his thoughts away
from this metered road within.
these graveled feet have seen
deep layers, beneath….
the past - of where he's been.
Is a ridden track of steel
a cold line - yet defined
which pulls the weight
- he drags behind.
A shadow, of a long day
he pines away - this stretch of mind.
But change must come
around a cornered bend
to turn his thoughts away
from this metered road within.
Indeed, Dave, "change must come!" and it will come to many of us; especially those on the pathless path! Thanks for sharing your thoughts, I enjoyed this a lot! Roger ☺
ReplyDeleteRather heavy poem, nice one!
ReplyDeleteIf we do not change, we become prigs and sticks in the mud. Wonderful! Thank you Dave.
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