How I Must Live

it wiil be
A child with a home

There's so much
Trouble
In the house

The streets are
Like the house too

There's no choice
Finally

It is a must
That you take

This journey
The disposition
Must be roadlike

You don't live
On a sidewalk

Roads have no ends
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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