Jack Worthington Poems
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Feeling down, I look around at the world passing before me
The sun on its fatalistic arc, streams light through aluminum blinds
A fading afternoon, where nothing was done but wasting time
I slip on my shoes and sunglasses, and then grab my keys.
My car is there waiting, for a destination unknown
I start the engine, shift into drive and begin to roam
Where I'm going I have no clue
The walls were closing in, and I had to see something new.
I drive into the sunset not looking back
All the way to Ohio, until it's pitch black
I was racing the sun to ...
Rolling down the road in a silver Ford
I spy on the soldiers along the road
One by one they line in formation, as if a subliminal confirmation
That their precious cargo will reach its destination
They spread their arms through the orange sunlight
Some on mountains, others on plains and valleys
From the dams they came, to make the cities bright
To bring comfort to friend and foe alike, and illuminate the alleys