A Poem At the Inn
I’ve come to rest my weary bones and eyes of sore
horses need a barn to sleep and travel no more
the carriage is dusty and leans and squeals
if I can only have a bed and a few hot meals.
I do not take for granted as I pay for my needs
I’ve ridden this way so long where ever it leads
my journey cannot stop for I still have a way to go
my worldly treasures I haul with carriage in tow.
Have defied other directions in life to avoid the wayside
kept many varmints away with a crack of my rawhide
free to roam, no place to call home, I am on my own
no letters to write, no thoughts to recite, no end in sight.
all roads may come to an end but I must plow through
to pave the way, enlightening others of what they must do,
to be gainful in life on must ride those long and dusty roads
which will lead to opportunities and lessen the loads.
we carry much on our back not just in the saddle
we may find ourselves on a raft without a paddle,
if we float we must have hope and find ways to cope
a new mode may await on a different road that you have not rode.
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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