A Bend in the Road

Something's never change

A Bend in the Road

 

Over the years buildings change,

Trees sway but change their range.

Towns people getting old,

The streets are no longer cobbled.

 

So has gone the open top bus,

There are more people making a fuss.

The air’s no longer thick with smoke,

Instead on the car fumes we’ll all choke.

 

Men wearing suits and walking with a cane,

Even the fashions are not the same.

Shadows cast a very high sigh,

As to the past we say goodbye.

 

As times change and stories are told,

There will always be the bend in the road.

 

                                                                    17^th June 2012 ©

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.

Reviews

[Shirlena]

What a delightful way to start the morning...the imagery sends me to some beautiful water colored scenery in a quaint little town with cobble stone streets which I love and rarely see here. Thanks for transporting me somewhere sweet this morning Angela :)

[Angela L Garratt]

Thank you for such a wonderful review. I am glad you enjoyed it. :)