![]() Where All The Roads LeadA Poem by Carl
There’s a man on a bench
In the heat of the day Slowly drinking His life away He’s the King of the World If he’s to be believed And he’s wondering now Where all the roads lead There’s a girl at a bar With a drink in her hand Hoping one day He’ll understand Life’s not worked out Quite how she perceived And she’s wondering now Where all the roads lead There’s a boy skipping school In the mid-day sun Threats and aggression Left him nowhere to run He didn’t subscribe To their playground creed And he’s wondering now Where all the roads lead There’s a young wife asleep In the big house alone Gifts and presents But her husbands not home The scratches they sting As a wound starts to bleed And she’s wondering now Where all the roads lead There’s a family on a boat In the middle of the night A perilous journey That began at first light Adrift on the channel As their hopes Now recede And they are wondering now Where all the roads lead The roads that lead The things we hold These fragments of life That are brought and sold The roads we share And the roads alone These are the roads That will carry us home © 2022 Carl |
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2022 Last Updated on February 21, 2022 Author![]() CarlQuality Street - EnglandAboutHi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..Writing
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