The Lone Driver

A road well worn with potholes

no pavements or lay-bys only hedges

which are unkempt and bristling with gorse

Oncoming traffic causes us to swerve and avoid

sometimes the gradient is steep

This is the road of life, a road driven alone

passengers may offer advice but the 

steering wheel is not in their hands

Concentration and vision matter most

when in difficulty or an accident occurs

when the chips are down

one finds that no one is around

It isn´t easy, it is tiring and stressful

yet onward we persevere

as there is no turning back

There seems to be no obvious destination

Perhaps we should have stayed at home

and never have set off in the first place