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Nowhere Lane

Poetry By: celeron2

Nowhere Lane is a sentimental tale of an old man with no one to turn to and nowhere to go.All his life he's endured hardship and pain.On this last journey he endeavours to find some peace in the last years of his life,unaware that his journey is unneccessary.He is about to become a statistic,a lonely old man,to be forgotten by time.

Submitted:Feb 21, 2007    Reads: 147    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

A lonely road he walked,

That lead to Nowhere Lane,

Hands in pockets, collar turned up,

To keep the night cold at bay.

" I've walked this way before " he mused,

" This same old twisted road ",

Each time with a purpose,

To shift his heavy load.

He shrugs his sagging shoulders,

Increases his shallow pace,

" Will i make it? " he wonders,

As the wind lashes his face.

He trudges through the winter rain,

His toes curled from the cold,

Glad of the coat around him,

Though tattered, worn and old.

He stops for the night,

Too weary to go on,

He sits by the roadside,

And hums himself a song.

A man, ravaged with age,

Then lays down to rest,

Closes his eyes,

And takes his last breath.

He began this journey,

This quest meant to save,

This stretch of lonely road he walked,

Has now become his grave.


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