Back Roads Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Back Roads



Traveling back roads of life,
hearing harmonic tunes playing
in the distance as trains roll
by.

Past memories, lasting
until the day I die, lying in
my coffin of silent stillness.

Now denying the existence I once
had on earth.

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