Worried Traveler

I got 500 miles to get to you
I got miles to go, till I am through
Got words to say, got phrases to lay
To lay on to you
(Then I am through)

Well you’re a dead eye, a sure shot
I drew on you
You put me down without a thought

I got an old horse and she’s about to quit
That poor girl, poor me on foot
heavy heart and heavy breath burying it

so I stop and stare at the forest
if on a street, in a car, I would floor it
but maybe I should turn back
go home and paint my house black

Once in a while, I want to leave
Once in a while, I want to go back

Well my horse died
And I didn’t bat an eye
Well my horse died
and I didn’t bat an eye

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Zack Gyles.


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One thought on “Worried Traveler

  1. A human life is a journey. While we are going through our experienceis full of unexpected events. Good poem!

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