The road

New poem by Glen, written yesterday.

The Road.

The road is long but I am a patient man. I keep my eyes on the black and white in front of me.

The road disappears underneath as I travel,

who know where I’ll go?

I have plenty of time, and plenty of road. I could see the snow in Tasmania, or the beaches in Cairns.

I am still a young man, and I have all the time in the world.

 

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