The Road I Travel Poem by Anne Jones

The Road I Travel

Rating: 4.5


The road I travel is windy and unsafe
Filled with road blocks and things to slow me down
Constantly seeing a stop sign
One day the signal will turn green and I will push my foot on the gas

For now my safest way to travel is on the highway
Very little stops
Only a straight path to keep going
There is room to be both slow and causious and fast and furious
Depending on the day and what obstacle I face will dictate my speed and my destiny

As I travel the highway I see nothing but black top
It is just me and nothing but road to travel
Needing to realize that there are so many paths to choose
I am my own destination
But for now the road I travel on is windy and unsafe and filled with road blocks

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Lowell 13 January 2014

Beautiful depiction of ones path in life

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Hans Vr 06 August 2011

Dear Anne, I think this poem comes from the heart. I like it. I think it does not matter so much how fast we are going or how many times we have to stop. I think most important is the direction we are going. Moving slowly in the right direction, perhaps dragging a few people who lost their way along is perhaps counting more than speed.

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