Road Life
Road life is endless…
All road explorers have
A beginning and an ending.
The beginning could be only
Informed by the fellow explorers.
But for the ending,
Nobody could even predict.
Arriving to a certain point
The explorer should call to mind:
That is a welding point
Of the past to the future.
Road life doesn't have the present
Because every single second
Left behind a second of the past;
And glides to a second of the future.
Arriving to a certain point
The explorer should call to mind:
All the footprints left behind.
Reviving them,
The explorer will notice
Satisfactions and grieves of the past.
These could burst into tears.
But the notable tears should be awarded
By love and remembrance
Of human beings:
The fellow road explorers!
Copyright © Xaysouvanh Phengphong | Year Posted 2014
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