Wednesday, October 27, 2010

The Road james robert

Too many miles spent
with wheel in hand;
though small towns and
farmland found my heart.

Too many nights spent
not alone, but lonely;
in different rural environs,
where I'd too often been before.

Too many mornings I'd awaken
forgetting where I had anchored.
Wishing I was anywhere other
than at commerce's service.

Too often if present company
was offensive, dull and boring;
I need look not farther
than the rear view mirror.

Though the beauty, freedom and
solitude make memory smile ever,
the loneliness and tedium
leave a most bitter taste yet.

james robert
September 26, 2010

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