The Roads Poem by Daniel Brick

The Roads

Rating: 4.8


When I was old enough to know
the difference between what belonged
to me and what belonged to everyone, I took
the first road I saw, leaving my home behind.

It was a necessary step, followed
by more steps, perhaps not as necessary,
but by then the habit of moving was
instilled inside me. It's still there.

See, I'm walking right now away from you.
It's time for you to catch up to me.
Adopt my gait, imitate my demeanor. See,
we're side by side, the gap between us closed.

What things belong to us now? Actually
nothing. It could all be taken from us
in a second by the men with guns. They know
we don't have one. It's in their calculations.

But we can always tread a different path.
The roads are everywhere, over the land,
across the waters, in the air. The roads
will everywhere bring us together, sooner

or later. Let's start over from a common point:
you are standing still, on the path, half of you
turned away toward the distance, half of you
faces me. I am walking quickly, closing the gap.

Monday, November 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leah Ayliffe 22 December 2015

by then the habit of moving was instilled inside me. It's still there. There was a time where I was good at writing about other authors work, it's all I did in my university career as an English Lit major, but all I have to say right now is that I enjoyed very much reading this poem. It has reached something within me and I'm still deciphering exactly what that is. Thanks for sharing!

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Marianne Reninger 14 December 2015

Wow, Daniel, another winner. Roads, from Sandberg to Cormac McCarthy, become an iconic image of our life's journey. I can feel the travelin' cadence in your word, the hesitation when you tarry, and the push and pull of man's path. Thanks for sharing...Marianne Larsen Reninger

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Valsa George 02 December 2015

People have different priorities and they cling assiduously to them. Some find pleasure in booze, some in hoarding money, some in mass killing and avenging others. The end result is pain and frustration. Family ties and human relations break up often because of one such or more reasons. Over the blue skies, the black shroud of fear falls because of violence and terrorism. But those who place their priority or faith in FAITH enjoy real and enduring peace and happiness as they keep away from hatred and all deadly passions and choose the PILGRIM'S PATH. A beautiful poem with a great message!

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