Friday, August 5, 2016
A Life on the Road
I’ve learned that life is a highway,
Unmapped with twists and turns…
Pot holes in asphalt don’t always deliver,
Travelers to where the heart yearns.
Most move through life in daylight,
Dreamers travel farther at night…
We often sleep in technicolor,
Awakening to black and white.
As we age, the hills are steeper,
Our tread, thinner as we grow old,
Yet when remembering the journey,
We see our lives as blue and gold.