Highway Markers
While driving down the road,
I spy the markers;
some flowers, some crosses,
going by one by one,
never a thought;
whose’s represented,
mother, father,
daughter or son;
driving down the road,
as the markers are passed
one by one,
my mind;
maybe focused on my job,
or some future evening's fun;
driving down the road,
as the markers are passed
one by one,
never noticing how some are
fresh, decayed, dead, done;
as you drive down the road,
see my marker,
placed for me,
by my mother;
for a drunk driver
struck me from behind,
smashed me into the tree,
left little to find;
so as you drive down the road,
pay respect; to the markers,
and the stories that are told…
Copyright © Richard Rodriguez | Year Posted 2019
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