Roads Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are roads going everywhere,
They are going inside of you,
Roads of the past that are still dare,
And on others, futures are coming through;
There are roads that shall last a day,
And they shall be forever gone,
There are roads that speak and say,
'That they must go on and on'…

And like everything in life that's real,
A road must conquer its own way,
And you must go just like you feel,
Or you will be forced forever to stay;
Some of the roads go to nowhere,
Though they seem full of traffic and to be true,
It may take a day, a week being there,
Until you see their lifelessness too.

There are roads in every one’s head,
And they are aiming in different directions,
And when you start you’ll find its thread,
All those many varieties of sections;
Roads are in front, as we move apart,
Complexes build and even matured more,
It's up to you to select where to start,
And what road you are best suited for.

I hope you find on the roads everything,
That is needed for survival and good thrive,
And may that purpose hopefully bring,
Opportunities and good luck as they arrive;
People travel many roads the same time,
Some go the same way the road treats,
Others fall out even in their prime,
Or are misguided into side streets…