steeped in dust and dying daylight,
this country forgets how far is not far
until walking becomes waiting
for a bus that never
did come.
we do not live in towns
we stretch between rivers and roadhouses.
a bloke might find work three hours gone
(assuming he’s got wheels) else
he's just a bloke with boots worn out
before payday.
once they saddled their livelihoods—
muscle and hooves, —tethered
to the promise of feed & fence.
now? we ride pistons,
we gallop petrol.
a car isn’t luxury—
it’s your permission to try.
and i— flat broke & half-mad with tomorrow—
need mine as if yesterday were waiting
at the end of the drive.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: needed a car yesterday, yesteryear getting all the ducks in a row for my own car, it's hard for a cowboy without a steed.... scabbing rides to work ain't fun and ubering is quite dear.... my dear so who's gonna drive me home, tonight? .
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, sorenbarrett
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Comments6
great write
thanks so much🕊️🙏🏻
you are most welcome, enjoyed the read
thanks for that Fave @sorenbarrett
I felt this write Cryptic. I've been without a ride. Thumbed when young until one time a guy didn't want to let me out. Finally dropped me further down the road than I was to start with. Have caught buses that came too late, ubered that emptied my pocket and sometime didn't show up, walked till exhausted. This poem is full of great metaphors as well that each one fit like a glove. It smelled of country vast and expansive and the poverty that I've known. It was as familiar as an old pair of worn boots. A fave
Thank you Soren, the old pair of boots have companion blisters and thickened skin 🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks @Cheeky_Missy for the Fave 🕊️🙏🏻
Have wheels will travel, no money, no wheels, have feet will blister, by bus if it ever arrives. The pangs of transport in today's world, just to make a wage. The obstacles of life for a poor honest poet. Down to earth and spot on in four fine stanzas.
Wishing you the best of luck,
Tony.
Very enjoyable read, I cant driv anymore but have great local transport, I can appreciate for some it's a nightmare not having a car, nicely written
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