Maybe this is the wrong road after all

Sure it’s less traveled, but there might be a reason for that

Unfortunately, the last turn-off was twenty years back

I sit down and look ahead

I see a dot in the distance

The dot gets bigger

Eventually some guy walks past me, old and tired

“I should have turned around when I was your age,” he says

I sit for a while and watch him go by

Then get up

And continue on my way

Sure, it’s a crappy road going nowhere

But now

It’s all mine

One Response to “Pointless Poem: Where are the service stations on the road of life?”

  1. Ofer says:

    Thanks, I needed that.
    Not sure how to explain why, but I don’t think that’s what matters.

    So thanks for that bit of renewed confidence, and I’ll keep doing things my way.
    I was meaning to do that anyway, but now I can get back to doing things my way right now, rather than in a little longer :)

    But I do hope you don’t *really* think yours is a ‘crappy road going nowhere’. You make enough good people laugh and smile for that to be, at the very least, partially untrue :)

    Anyway, thanks again – and great music :)

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