Pictures and Roads
I don’t have any pictures
They were all lost long ago
Somewhere…
Down one of the many roads
I traveled when I was young
When I think about it
There is a pain
That seems to run through me
A pain of deep sadness
That makes me wish I could see
All of the things I left behind
The faces of lovers and friends
The many places where I lived
And this beautiful land
That I seen go by
As I traveled on the roads
Somehow, as I grew old
These memories of mine
That I have been keeping
Have all become cloudy
Out of focus and jumbled together
So much so, that when I rock
On this old porch chair
Thinking back to a time
When I traveled by thumb
To all the places I have ever been
All those places
That I had taken pictures of
Places, I had lost along the way
On all those roads I once knew
To growing old
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