Reflections While Walking Down a Country Road (standard:poetry, 368 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Mar 25 2002	Views/Reads: 3585/2384	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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Reflections While Walking Down a Country Road 

by Will 

. 

Cold 

too cold 

the passing hours 

that wait for me at 

Fairview 

down a country road. 

All is but 

crude vanity 

that leads me on. 

I pause and wait. 

I should have died 

when I was young. 

To know old age 

through haggard eyes 

that saw too much; 

to recall now the tainted breath 

of hollow kisses, 

regretting or not 

the ancient lies tongues told and spread; 

now left with only wrinkled skin, 

whitened eyes and thinning hair. 

These are not the ends youth aspires to. 

I see the birds perched on the line, 

but they will never come to me, 

not even for a crumb. 

They seem to know that there are spaces 

over which we cannot come. 

This road I have walked many times. 

Every turn and brook calls back a day when I was young, 

but then I did not pause. 

And if I had it would not have been for thoughts as these, 

blind as only youth can be. 

I know more now who are gone 

than wait at home for me. 

What different roads would we have taken 


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