Getting There
Yellow line, guiding me home.
No complaints and without a groan.
Pulling me up and down.
No problem and without a sound.
Twisting and turning.
No churning and to be home I am yearning.
Why does this convoluted journey keep reoccurring?
By: Richard J. Long – January 2010
Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2010
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