#404 Turn Around - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
I hit the cold road late one night
To see how far I'd go.
I pressed the gas with all my might,
Just going with the flow.
By morning I reached the end,
The shore was at my feet.
There I stood without a friend,
The taste was bittersweet.
I breathed in deep then without a sound
I got in my car and turned around.
I took the first step up a hill,
Followed by many more.
The incline was steep but my will
Was ready for the war.
I reached the top, the very peak
Then sat to see the view.
Amazed I smile from cheek to cheek
At hills and skies of blue.
I placed my two feet back on the ground,
My eyes looked their last and I turned around.
There have been ups, there have been downs
Along life's jagged trail.
There's been smiles, there have been frowns,
Not always a smooth sail.
It's been as good as it could be
Yet there are things I'd change.
There were things I could not foresee,
Some I'd keep, some I'd exchange.
Life is callous yet great and profound
And this time I can not turn around.
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