Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

So Many Cars Pass Below

So Many Cars Pass Below

Standing on an overpass
Looking down on the highway down below
A million miles of asphalt
White lines mark its edges
So many cars pass below
Men women and children
All far from their homes
Where are they all going?
Where did they all come from?
They travel a mile every minute
Through the same scenery
Bridges, lampposts and signs
Break the boredom
So many cars pass below
Each going everywhere and nowhere
Traveling the ribbon of asphalt
With white lines on the edges
Looking for somewhere to stop
So many cars pass below

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Anoucheka Gangabissoon September 19, 2012 at 4:13 AM Sometimes I look at cars on the highway and wonder as well........where are the cars going and where they coming from?? Nice write!