david dean anderson
The Road - Poem by david dean anderson
Take another hit do another line
Because you never know when its
Going to be your time to die.
Life is just a road you go alone.
Some people you meet along the way,
Sometimes your road and there’s are the same.
Sometimes the roads are right next to each other.
Either way enjoy the time you get
because at some point the roads all
go a different way, and your friends
become a familiar stranger.
At the end you travel your road alone.
Nowhere to go
No one will know
No place to call home.
You travel this road alone.
So look out the windows as much as possible.
Don’t let the world pass you by.
Before you know it the trip is over,
and you die.
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