Treasure Island

Bonnie Collins

(February 27 1947 / Middletown New York)

One Way Street In My Heart

Feeling a wee bit meloncoly, I must say,
I alowed my mind to travel on avenues
have been closed for repair for ages

Some have had dead end signs placed
others have had the same bumpy ride
as it did when it was first traveled

As many times as I have visited this old
very broken down street, why do I keep
comming back? Maybe as I approach
the dead end, I am looking as to what
Detor sign I missed

None the less, the path that takes me
there will always remain the one way
street in my heart.....

Submitted: Friday, October 17, 2008

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  • Andrew Blakemore (10/17/2008 9:00:00 AM)

    This is a great poem Bonnie, wonderful metaphor of roads and life's journey. Top class write. Best wishes, Andrew (Report) Reply

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