Life

 

The Highway watches

The cars fly by;

Fueled with purpose,

Destination.

Rubber on blacktop,

The anthem of life.

 

The Dirt Road listens,

The cars go slow;

Driven with care,

Rumination.

The air filled with dust,

The new breath of life.

 

The Old Trail inhales,

The cars grow old;

Rusting in pieces,

Relaxation.

Peace rules overall,

The tenant of life

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