The Longest Road

Somany highways and byways to roam

Inevery imagined direction.

Somany places to go and to see, but

Toolittle time for reflection.

 

Youthis a footpath of foreshadowed trails,

Muchtoo busy to echo reproach, but

Thesepathways grow longer

Assummers traverse

Andculpability comes to encroach.

 

Thecherished path is the lane that is shared

Withthe one true love, so adored.

Asthe dove lingers long it will warble its song

Likea wayfaring charmed troubadour.

 

Theroadway of age lingers long, travels slow,

Pausingfrequently to contemplate

Allthe streets and the avenues

Crossedand recrossed

Andthe memories each one relates.

 

Butthe longest road,

Theloneliest road,

Iscovered with cobblestone.

Athoroughfare paved in shades of despair,

Forthe longest road is travelled alone.