Jerry Brotherton Poet Rhyme

Dusty Roads of the Past

I took the hot and dusty backroad,
that twisted into my old hometown.
Hoping that some of those good ole days,
might still be there just hanging around.

Was looking for some of those good times,
I had when I was still young and free.
When nothing in this world could stop me,
from being who I wanted to be.

Walked down the streets looking for lost love, 
I thought I could start over again.
But all I could find were memories,
of that disappointment, hurt, and pain.

I guess it’s true what they have told me,
that anything good will never last.
And you will never find what you need,
walking down dusty roads of the past.

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Gershon Wolf September 9, 2023 at 7:46 PM Poignantly, poetically you make a great point, Jerry, methinks. As they say, 'You can't go back home.' (And they're right -- 'cos home ain't there anymore, is it?!). :) gw Jerry Brotherton September 10, 2023 at 9:18 AM So very true, my friend. I often wonder if the good ole days were as good as we remember them being.