Alone on the Road

I am alone on the road.

So few possessions are on my back,

While I drag along all my baggage.

I haven’t seen a soul,

Which the reflection of mine has ever lacked�"

Thought that that was my advantage.

All of my bridges are ashes.

I feel the sting in these lashes.

I feel 40 more with subtle lies.

I’ll lose 40 winks here tonight.

I’ll admit I am lost.

I don’t think I can find a way home,

Or one that will take me in.

I’ll admit I am scared.

I don’t know where there is to go,

And there’s nowhere to return again.

We all lie down in the end.

We let things go when it all is through,

So what is there yet to earn.

I look off to the ditch.

It’s that place that I was borne into,

So it make sense for me to return.

Reviews

[Oyindamola Shoola]

so what is there yet to earn...
I believe there is something to earn, a legacy for those left behind, a little of your thoughts for them to ponder on, a little of your secrets to keep their curious minds busy....to me, the worlds attention is what to earn, a name that goes over 500 years like that of Shakespeare..
very good poem, well penned... I must confess, this poem has let me see life from a different perspective.. thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. I had to change my life four times completely. I believe the young people need to travel, test life and learn. I did return home with a new attitude and appreciation for my Grandparent. We can lie down or get up? It is our decision. A powerful poem. Open the door to many things to ponder and discuss. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote