Nail In The Road Poem by Bill Galvin

There are certain hazards we meet as we travel;
They have our number… time’s up, so to speak;
Winter ice, blinding rain, maybe some loose gravel…
Depending on where we live, what we seek;
We grow accustomed, confident, we can manage.

Then there’s one nail on one road.

One nail in a million miles of lifetime.

And life is changed forever…


“The doctors say it is ALS. We don’t have much time.”



5-17-2015 (Sonoma, CA)
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