041310g On My Way Home Poem by Manonton Dalan
041310g On My Way Home
parking lot clear, sailors gone
accompanying deep blue sea
vendors would wait for more
their love ones wait as well
still they are lucky; steady job
on this area, a lot doesn't have
pot holes, it's obstacle course
some are deep it rattles your teeth
they patch it but because of rain
in few days it surely disentigrate
i would have to drive carefully
i can't afford a broken car or injury
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