the road
however lonely
becomes a place
where we belong –
a storied recollection
of other days –
another song
as sunset gathers
gently
to the edge of evermore –
we are carried
by the journey
down roads we knew
before
let me know
if you are wanting
of hands
to share the load –
arms to rock you sweetly
when comes the time
to go
. . .
The Reluctant Poet 