The Journey

The Journey

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Tuesday, November 9,2010 @ 6: 31 PM

Billfold empty filled with lint

Text so small I have to squint

Puzzled by questions without a hint

For the finish line I have to sprint

Perilous trod without a blueprint

Following shades of shadows setup for a stint

Chewing on my last stick of spearmint

Broken limb nursed back by a splint

Arrived by night without fanfare

Searching for what that’s not really there

For journeys unknown to a place elsewhere

To the belly of the beast and the bottom of its lair

Circles slowly became a square

Bound to the ground by a wheelchair

Future seemed so unclear

Software’s no longer drives their hardware

How does someone escape a nightmare?

A better plan they wanted to prepare

Wanting not to sit in total despair

Their steps are now leading them nowhere

The little engine that said it couldn’t

Ventured places maybe it shouldn’t

Took chances other locomotives wouldn’t

Thought thoughts other trains hadn’t

Into the storm stepping boldly

Faced experiences some ending badly

Escaped perils sometimes barely

Reprieve lost and found so many briefly

Saw countries scores wanted to see

Told stupid jokes often so corny

Seas serene turquoise on days sunny

Stood on shores so positively Bonnie

Looking back no more on things I’ve lost

Paid the price at such a high cost

My windows no longer need to be defrosted

I ran a marathon and now I am exhausted

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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