Broken road

You and I are alike, my broken road

Worn and well-traveled, a sojourning pair

Continuing on despite, and sometimes in spite,

Of our condition and the terrain we find ourselves crossing

Alike in marking a path forward

And marching on with all manner of people

Passing by charming city lights, congested intersections,

Infrequently restful highway stops

Deceptively idyllic, horse-ridden fields

With one mile not knowing the next until we reach it

Not knowing our natural end until we get there

We are alike in our silent support of the bustle of life

And equally alike in our inability to waver from our destination

"Broken road", poetry by Roshan James, Kitchener Waterloo, Ontario, Canada

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Comments

  1. Yes, we all travel this same broken road don’t we? Lovely poem.

    • Thank you, Kimberly 🙂 I am quite flattered that you continue to read and comment on my poetic endeavours. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by and leave your thoughts. I hope you’ve had a great weekend!

      Roshan

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