Roads

Racing down a road, I passed a place that wasn’t there. Looking for the name Of the spot that lost its place, I found Elizabeth, Down the road apiece from Grace, Resting on a map With naught else to leave a trace. Hallowed by family, Whose mem’ry they did embrace, Their names were honored By loved ones some distant year. Full of other thoughts, I went on and left them there. Progress passed them by; I did too, without a care.