Thursday, August 28, 2014

A wooden mile


It’s a wooden mile, polished fine,
and beyond that line the shadows fall on acres all around,
until you know quite well the mile is time, and as you run your hand
across its shine, the mile warms, and the mile mellows,
wise as wise as left behind, with what you tell
that others find, and leave beside
the road.



2 comments:

Bhagya Shree said...

And I saw that person walking alone
Longing to look behind
But behold! He just won't
He packed his pride
And let his heart decide
Which way to go
Which way to go.

Regards,
Bhagya

William Michaelian said...

And mine to you, Bhagya.