Highways, byways and motorways
are very much the same to me.
I much prefer the bridle ways
Those quiet lanes are traffic free.
I care not where the path may lead.
I stroll along at my own pace.
I’m free from any need for speed
I am quite happy to retrace
my steps. Should I mistake
the path I follow get it wrong
What does it matter if I take?
a shortcut which proves to be long.
I opted out of life’s rat race.
I am at no mans beck and call
I choose my way and choose my pace
and don’t regret my choice at all.
I live my life free from all stress
I only have myself to please.
No time constraints to cause distress.
I freed myself from that disease.
Time does not matter not to me
I thought it did but I was wrong.
At last I am completely free
To listen to a different song.
14-Nov-08
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How beautifully expressed Ivor, that the pleasant way is always the stress-free way. A lovely gentle poem and a lesson to learn for us all.....thank you and best wishes from Fay.
Full of rhyme, rhythm and sentiment that just so happens to err on the side of the environment - a well crafted piece. S ;)
All the ways lead to somewhere. Any way is good for someone who does not know where to go.
To give up time would be divine, and one day I shall thank you for giving my heart a smile michael
Excellently expressed my friend.Keep singing! Regards, Howard.
very refreshing indeed sir..realy beautiful and language is beautifull...rhynmes matches perfectly 'Highways, byways and motorways are very much the same to me. I much prefer the bridle ways' Very nice indeed...great verse..... I dont prefer motorways either..too complicated 10++
sir igor, you're a real philosopher, and, in fact, it's about me, but i've never tried to write something like yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece, , ivor, excellent rhyming the stanzas, very enjoyable to read, ,