the hitchhiker is out thumbing rides
I am out thumbing thoughts
both of us looking for a good ride tides
distant journeys destinations of discoveries
we are passing through buzzing hitchhikers
back out on our roads seeking eureka moments
here we are stranded soaking wet hours at roadside
no one wants to pick up solitary man at road edge
soaking wet revelations dripping upon back seat ledge
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem