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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Way.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(- what follows is a true story. more a story than a poem. yet, one I have so wanted for so long to tell... -) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the way<br>Southbound far into Texas.<br>It's a long stretch of asphalt, <br>When the night is late, and so dark<br>Out on highway 277, moving<br>From Sonora to Del Rio... and points further south. <br>Not another soul about, <br>Just me, my old truck, and the stars.<br>It's quiet<br>- and lonely -<br>Headed down old Mexico way...<br>Pass a car sitting on the side<br>- broke down I'm sure -<br>A coyote with fear and hunger in its eyes<br>Runs across the road, right in front of me.<br>Then, a mile or so up, I see him, walking, <br>Gas can in hand.<br>I stop, open the door and holler: <br>' need a lift? '<br>He simply says: ' gracias ' and climbs aboard.<br>I pull back out onto the empty road, <br>Start a conversation, <br>He smiles, and with very broken English<br>Does his best to respond.<br>It takes a spell but I soon understand<br>He is on his way to Mexico too, <br>- it is the old homeland for him -<br>His car ran out of gas, <br>And most important of all<br>His wife who is pregnant awaits his return...<br>in the car! <br>I offer to go back to get her.<br>He softly says no... he must get the gas.<br>The way he speaks, the way he moves, <br>Lends me to know, this is a gentle, hard-working man<br>- with a heart as big, and old, as all of Mexico -<br>More difficult conversation follows, <br>But, it is so well worth the effort; <br>I can't say quite why<br>But I have quickly grown to like and respect this good, simple man<br>- as if an amigo I've known from old -<br>He came north to find work, <br>Provide for his family.<br>I went south for rest, <br>And to find meaning.<br>But, things never work out exactly as planned.<br>They decided it important to have their nino<br>- so soon due -<br>In Mexico, among family, grandparents and such<br>- this is ofcourse as it should be -<br>They have little money, <br>And no friends up here; <br>If only they can make it back<br>To Old-Mexico.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together, me and my new found friend, <br>Drive deep into the night, <br>Not once seeing another car.<br>It's a long, desolate way to a town<br>With an open gas station.<br>I am glad for the company of such an honest soul.<br>He is glad for the ride.<br>Twice along the journey we see a falling star<br>- 'good medicine' my red brothers would say -<br>One for him, and one for me.<br>Finally a station with lights aglow comes into view.<br>As we stop, he offers me a dollar<br>From the small stash of bills he has waded up in his pocket.<br>I ofcourse refuse, <br>And offer him much more in return<br>- ' a gift for the new baby ' I happily say -<br>or, gas money to get you home.<br>He smiles, sincerely thanks me, <br>And gently, proudly refuses.<br>- I wish he'd take it, I so want to give it -<br>I tell him I'll wait<br>And give him a ride back; <br>I think he feels he has burdened me too much already; <br>Ofcourse he has not at all, <br>This ride has been as much for me, <br>As for him<br>- God knows -<br>But, he insists someone here will give him a return ride.<br>I cannot change his resolute mind.<br>So, I wish him all the best, <br>Feeling I should say, and do, <br>Something more...<br>But I don't know what; <br>We shake hands<br>- and for just a brief moment of grace<br> we are hermanos, brothers of light in a dark world -<br>He closes the door.<br>Turns, with can in hand, <br>And slowly walks away...<br>On his own way, back to Old-Mexico.<br>I pull out onto the road.<br>The trip is now lonlier than ever.<br>In my own way, I too<br>Am on the way, <br>Back home<br>- to an old country, where I belong -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's been nearly 30 years now, <br>I think of him often.<br>I wonder if he ever recalls me at all.<br>I wish I'd have gotten his name<br>...so I knew who to pray for...<br>I wish he'd have taken the money<br>...so his wife would have had enough to eat...<br>I wish I'd have given him the ride back<br>...so I knew they were safe...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder how they are.<br>Did he find work? <br>Did he get caught up in revolution? <br>Is he still alive? <br>Was their child a boy or a girl? <br>- now a man or a woman -<br>I'm certain I shall never see him again, <br>in this world, <br>Yet, what if someday, by some great chance, <br>His child and my child should cross paths... along the way, <br>Fully unaware of the history of it all? <br>What if somewhere<br>On a lonley, dark desert night<br>His child gives my child a ride; <br>A ride that perhaps <br>- in ways unknown to any of us -<br>Saves them... saves us all...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a deep mystery life is.<br> Could it possibly be<br>That every little deed we do, <br>On our way through, <br>To wherever it is we go, <br>Matters in ways<br>We may never, here, know? <br>- may we all find the Way, <br>on our way -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q>
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On the way
Southbound far into Texas.
It's a long stretch of asphalt, 
When the night is late, and so dark
Out on highway 277, moving
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