Checkpoint At The End Of The Road Poem by Timmy Curran
Checkpoint At The End Of The Road
Before I boarded my flight
the man asked me if I was alright
In his hand he held a younger me
Clean shaved, short hair
Before him stood a ragged man
with hair across his face,
an attempt at a beard,
a wild mess atop his head, no attempt at neatness
The man looked up and down
at what was before him,
then looked again at the picture
He asked if I was alright, I didn´t answer
and proceeded to my flight
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