I've been travelling down this road for years, <br />Along the way so many smiles, so many tears. <br />Don't know where it goes or where it ends, <br />Along the way I’ve left behind family and friends. <br />The road I follow has many unsuspected twists and turns, <br />As the heat blisters the soles on my feet as the tarmac burns. <br />The road I travel upon leads me to where I’m heading, <br />To that final resting place, where I’ll lay my bedding. <br />The road is a place that shows where I’ve been, <br />It holds the memories of the pain and pleasure I’ve seen. <br />My road not made of yellow brick but chrome, <br />Is a road that will always lead me home?<br /><br />nicola burkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/11-the-road/
