Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

Wrong Turn

I’ve dwelled within this weathered shell
For all of time, as I can tell
I’ve often felt, I don’t belong
Unequally yoked, wired wrong

Somewhere along this path of mine
Of many turns, I missed a sign
I took a detour, by mistake
I passed the exit, to be great

My destination has not been reached
Though my route was clearly breached
My wheels still spin and motor purrs
The day it ends, I’m left, unsure

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Kenneth Cheney March 12, 2020 at 10:35 AM Well crafted and interesting write. It would seem we humans all take an occasional wrong turn. Make a course correction and keep on moving forward.

M. L. Kiser February 5, 2020 at 12:55 PM We all end up there at some point; well penned.

Rico Leffanta February 5, 2020 at 12:37 PM Ah, but one doesn't really know if it was a wrong turn until The End! Nicely done! Aloha! Rico

Daniel Turner February 4, 2020 at 6:29 PM I absolutely love your self effacing humor. At my age, it's the only way to fly. Wonderful rhyme young lady, made me smile:)