Time Marches On
Jrodgers2012
The trip begins intention wild, Old men griped and young man smiled
Now aging shell traps fertile mind, as throttle twists and highways wind
This rides been taken many ways, the ride im on takes days & days
As I traverse the the roads I find, the body ages, not so,,, not so,,,not so
Desires such I’m still a boy, each new road is fresh with joy
Old bones creak, rusty pipes turn blue, Serpentine tarmac smells fresh & new
Oil burns and rubber wears, wind on my face blows off my cares
Clock keeps ticking time flys by, all at once the end is near, so near, so near
The heart has not intention waned, through miles of sun and trips that drained
Cities, fields, and darken streets, cautious miles and fearless feats
Dare to risk the face to tar, push the limit, one bridge to far
My journey had no cleaver end, no time to stop, to stop, to stop,
Account balance nearly gone, although the road still stretches on
I’ve had my piece of humble pie, I’ve stared death boldly in the eye
Refuse to waver, won’t give in, the bastard I will not let win
They say all good things some day must end, not ready yet, not ready yet, not ready yet
I go until I go no more, I ride and until I hit the floor
The tank has barely fumes it seems, transmission failing horrific screams
No rubber lies beneath my grip, as I approach the final trip
They will peal my carcass of this seat, as I will not go willingly, I will not go willingly, I will not go willingly.
Positively Poetry 