A lonely ride
inside I cry,
with strangers here
inside I die.
My father's gone
to him I go,
to say goodbye
a lonely road.
For it's just me
who comes this far,
no car, no say
A failure yes.
I have no ride
I own no car,
but I still go
don't care how far.
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sonicpoet (
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WELCOME SONIC ~ Thanks for a very elegantly written first poem ~ some rhyme and lots of rhythm. In life (and love) it the being and the going tha is important ~ not the transport ! We've only had cars fro 120 years ~ we walked for many thousands and millions still do ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please ~ Please check my poems ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you Brian I will gladly read your poems. Thanks for reading mine and for pointing out a true but interesting point about cars and how many miles have been walked. We can easily forget that sometimes.
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