The Journey Poem by Wilfred Mellers

The Journey

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, November 9,2010, @ 6: 31 PM

Billfold empty filled with lint

Text so small I have to squint

Puzzled by questions without a hint

For the finish line, I have to sprint



Perilous trod without a blueprint

Following shades of shadows setup for a stint

Chewing on my last stick of spearmint

Broken limb nursed back by a splint



Arrived by night without fanfare

Searching for what that's not really there

For journeys unknown to a place elsewhere

To the belly of the beast and the bottom of its lair



Circles slowly became a square

Bound to the ground by a wheelchair

Future seemed so unclear

Software's no longer drives their hardware



How does someone escape a nightmare?

A better plan they wanted to prepare

Wanting not to sit in total despair

Their steps are now leading them nowhere



The little engine that said it couldn't

Ventured places maybe it shouldn't

Took chances other locomotives wouldn't

Thought thoughts other trains hadn't



Into the storm stepping boldly

Faced experiences some ending badly

Escaped perils sometimes barely

Reprieve lost and found so many briefly



Saw countries scores wanted to see

Told stupid jokes often so corny

Seas serene turquoise on days sunny

Stood on shores so positively Bonnie



Looking back no more on things I've lost

Paid the price at such a high cost

My windows no longer need to be defrosted

I ran a marathon and now I am exhausted