It was masked by massive tall oaks <br />The lonely road <br /> <br />Rivers of tears flanked its path <br />By each end a crying bath <br /> <br />The lonely road <br /> <br />The sharp and bumpy gravel <br />I used to travel <br /> <br />The lonely road <br /> <br />With frigid bones and bare feet <br />Not a scrap to eat <br /> <br />The lonely road <br /> <br />Reminded me of nothing <br />Nothing but sorrow <br /> <br />To hell with today <br />The same with tomorrow <br /> <br />The lonely road <br /> <br />A path to my end <br />Sorrow to spend <br /> <br />On the lonely road <br />Of tales untold.<br /><br />John Shea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonely-road-3/
