Wrinkles and Roads

Wrinkles and Roads

I’ve faced my demons, more than once

Spit against the wind
Walked on water, so I thought
Ventured into sin

Moved the Earth, a time or two

Ate my share of dirt
Spurned the gift of life itself
Death whispered its flirt

Wrinkles travel upon my face

As lines from a weathered map
Roads destined to end at fate
Time, the eternal trap

Wisdom sprouts from failed seeds

Lessons to be learned
Still waters, run deeper still
When bridges have been burned

I’m not one to dwell upon

Choices left behind
I choose to see what lies ahead
For hindsight can be blind

Wrinkles travel upon my face

Reflecting roads of past
I pray to ever taste the wind
The roads, to ever last

Ironhorse Writer

© 1/03/2003
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