Up the Road

Up the road I travel Above the speed limit Through my windshield is the world. Its beauty comes streaming by I do not know when or where my travels will take me in this life. I look into my rear-view mirror It shows the past The part of the world now only a memory It is small and fading, This mirror shows only a backward road in its narrow view, My past is all I can see in it! I see much more from my windshield. I see the world as it comes to me. I see the trees and flowers by the side of the road, I see others -as they live, walk and run, We smile at each other-beside this road. They wave, I wave back. Beauty, much beauty I see through my windshield. This beautiful world before me as I travel I drive forward. I rip out the mirror And throw it out the window.