Highway Code

No-one ever mapped out my route,

Or offered a hand to carry my load,

So I learned to discard what I didn't need,

And I found my way by just walking the road,

And there have been plenty of times that I fell,

And trinkets I dropped and treasures I stowed,

And plenty of times I watched my feet bleed,

And felt that my weary heart might explode,

Until at last I came to know my route well,

And value each milestone and question each node,

And take every step with a measured speed,

And value the distance of each footfall strode,

And the length of this highway I cannot tell,

And nor would I wish its end to be showed,

In the end I needed no map to succeed,

I just needed to learn the highway code.

◄ Damned

Angular ►

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 9th Dec 2019 11:33

IMO, imaginative and brilliantly expressed. Sort of like a stick to a weary traveller. Not a limousine! Just a stick to brace against, to share your weight as you walk, because the Walking is the purpose.

Or not.

I really enjoyed this work. Made me think.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 8th Dec 2019 12:55

Just found it, Albert King right? Great song. Have you ever listened to the album, "Indianola Mississippi Seeds," BB King. It's one of my all time favourites.

J. x

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 8th Dec 2019 12:51

I am so pleased to hear that, I used to play with a couple of blues bands, I play harmonica, although I've hardly touched one for about 20 years. I can't place the song but I'm gonna have to check it out now. Thanks Victoria.

J. x

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Vautaw

Sun 8th Dec 2019 01:08

Reads like an awesome blues song. I'm listening to "I'll Play the Blues for You" in the background as I read this poem and the rhythm fits perfectly. Music to the ears of all us survivors. Great title and verse. ❤

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