The Lonesome Road Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The lonesome road is on and on
In every way and direction
Through dark and thick till it’s gone
In each its confusion and section
Beneath the fields of earthly way
Where the empathy of beat lies
When young becomes old yesterday
With clouds on remoteness skies

Where real is in its dream only
Forsaken to the dark and night
And every footstep walked lonely
From hours of the gone bright
Our love has only there been
With sparks of wishes in the heart
In between cracks not yet seen
In our existence of another start

Times are calling through the field
With days to the front in need
Where stories from the old did yield
Beauty that boondocks gloried
When days where in green awake
In breathing of young and bold
And the ground was not forsake
In our slip-up ways stronghold

The lonesome road is on and on
In every way and direction
Through dark and thick till it’s gone
In each its confusion and section
Though still there is life out there
Those give us a turn into gold
By dreams confronted everywhere
That never again become old