Going Poem by Smoky Hoss
Going
The road
With its load,
And so the path
Granting its wrath-
Is the trail
So bitterly frail,
Yet, always does the street
Give a hearty greet-
For along this way
Comes both work and play,
Always moving and knowing
You cannot cease the going-
Life will not stop or slow
Only and ever continuing on the go,
To where the lane
Stakes its final claim-
Through life the human-highway ever flowing,
Into eternity, we all are going.
Even though we travel the same road so few of us take the time to smile and wave at the other... Your poem is truth and beauty...
keep following the path, and hold your flame high! well done!
So true, we are all heading in the same direction into eternity. Excellent poetry.
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5/1/2024 5:23:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem with a good title.It pulls us up short and we take notice of where we are 'going'.10. 'To where the lane Stakes its final claim'.