Endless Road Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Endless Road

I`m free today- my mind is on Christmas-
look at a map of Europe and Portugal
it is an old map I used when travel about, before
motorways made it difficult to navigate.
Once I drove from Portugal to Norway with this map,
It took a week but I got there
now one small error on a toll road and we have to
drive for miles to get off and pay for it too.
And there is no one around to ask for help
a café that sells cigarettes and beer and has a urinal.
Only endless roads that have no story to tell
it is like driving in a tunnel without a roof.
Get me back on the old country road where
there is a chance to see a flock of sheep or a horse
grazing on a knoll in the afternoon sun.
Or perhaps I`m talking about my youth everything
was easier than even when life was difficult.