It's been so long I can't recall
anything but this highway
which I've shared with one and all
as time and life both slip away.
Just one more traveler amongst the crowd.
kinfolk, friends and strangers too.
Rushing, passing, boisterous, loud
all in a hurry to get to.....
....where ever it is that they go
when they exit the interstate;
minutely shrinking traffic's flow.
They exit as if they can't wait.
And the time and miles go on
while exits devour yet more folk
some who I depended on.
Slowly traffic snarls unchoke.
Till now the road is emptying fast,
so many gone both strangers and friends
each ,it seems, just left too fast
rushing toward their journey's end.
Now I see signs along the way
that My turnoff is just ahead
and I'll desert this old highway
to take my own offramp instead.
Comments
Stan
I'd walk offramp with you. I can see us now shooting the breeze & discussing nature.
Really enjoyed the poem, you always manage to slow my pace & give me time to breathe.
regards
One.
Ah
But it's not the off ramps but where they take us lol. Would be glad to have you along
dear Scribbler,
I see this piece as being about the journey of life to decline and death; my exit is coming up, soon too. it's a beautiful poem, Stan. the roads we travel...
*hugs, Cat
Glad
you got the deeper meaning and you are going to be around a long time yet
Nice flow !
Indeed, you've scribbled beautiful quatrain here.
Excellent! I enjoy reading it.
Hello
Thank you for your kind words
I'm adding...
my own kudos to the others. Well thought out and written. I always enjoy your pieces, and like One, I can always count on your work to slow me down and generate a sense of peace with the world. Thanks, ~ Geezer.
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It took about 15 minutes to write most of this
then 3 days for the final stanza lol. Always good to slow people down as fast paced as the world is
Ok
Noted Sir!