Lonely Road

 

I trod upon my lonely road

No heed pay I to where it goes

Now and again my road seen clearly

But still I fall from what I hold dearly

What must I do to hold it up

To not fall from my Gilded Luck.

Yet as I go I meet new friends

And with time begin to laugh again

I can believe my Luck still Gilded

except not on top as before I toted.

So now as I near the end

My destination unclear, still yet Godsend

As I look upon the life I had

I can't help to feel so Glad

That my destination has not been reached

For still my Soul has yet be reaped.

Reviews

[Bubo]

Very true, our journey is never complete! Well written and great sentiment.

[Ruth]

I would say so lol
This is beautifully written love!
A great poem that leads the reader down roads that are reflective!
Great work
xx

[Oswell Thatinswell]

I think i did pretty well with this one