A Million Years Ago Poem by John Yaws

Looking at the raindrops,
On my windshield as I drive...
I wonder where I'm going,
What awaits when I arrive?

I wonder what the future...
If there be one, holds in store-
And every year that passes,
Makes me wonder, more and more.

Fighting gusts of wind-
Which try to blow me off the road.
Make me think of rodeos-
And times that I got throwed.

Motels on the roadside-
Take me back, and that is true...
But every single thing I see-
Speaks to me of you.

Long distance conversations-
From a hundred small-town shows.
Yuma in the summer-
Battle Mountain, where I froze...

Bacon by the roadside...
Sleeping in the truck...
And the kisses you would give me...
All those times you wished me luck.

Those were happy, simple times...
I miss them, don't you know?
But this is now, and that was then-
A million years ago.