On the Highway

Trudging along thinking about the past As the same old story is set to last Plotting in my maps of memories pleading to the sky As I’m lost on life’s highway just swotting at the flies Once and a while there’s a Roadhouse selling happiness As I walk out the door I get it together more or less The shimmering highway stretches out ahead Thinking all the time about what’s left behind instead I paid my dues and I’ll take the ride Leaving nothing except my foolish pride For the world will turn and the wind will blow And at the end of it all what will I really know. © Paul Warren Poetry