The Road to Take

There is no rumble

of anticipation 

Stirring in the streets

The days settle

into repetition

The mundane flows

like weary feet


To and fro 

often without a 

Direction 

of their own


Celebrations 

once so happy

and so gay

Have come and gone

and all that remains


Is the dull ache of winter

The shivering cold

and dreary path

Yet we have to move

toward something 

Can’t stay where we’re at


The light may not seem clear 

But if we stop

it’s still there

Guiding feet 

with worn out souls/soles

Still moving 

wanting to know


The road to take.



01/06/26

clc



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