Roads
Long, short
twisting, straight
hilly, flat
are these roads I travel.
Hot sun, cool rain
the cities, the country
crowded streets, empty highways
on these roads I roam.
Concrete, dirt
signs, trees
Man, Nature
these roads are woven with Earth.
Together, apart
your smile, my frown
my comfort, your anxiety
in the end these roads always…
…lead me back to you.
7/14/86
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2011
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