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.
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