Travels Poem by Daniel Murphy
Travels
My life is a highway
On which the years go by
The roads are never level
The roads are always high
But as I travel onwards
To a future that’s unknown
I see every mile I travel
Has a sharp stepping stone
And on that journey I’m all alone.
Friday, April 20, 2007
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 5:18:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Must be a dream: O) your never alone here on ph : O)