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Long Road Home
by Adrian CalhounWhen the names no longer have faces,
and the towns all begin to look the same.
There is no more drive,
no more fight left within.
The embers of a long dead fire,
have grown cold.
All that's left is a long road,
that slowly leads me home. 05/22/2003 Posted on 06/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Adrian Calhoun
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/08/03 at 11:51 PM On a tangible level this really hits home. Been there and done that! LOL! When things get too much the same and the hours seem to just go by in a haze it is time to pull over and sleep!!! On a spiritual level it's time to get alone with God for a while and get the 'batteries' recharged! :) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/13/03 at 01:00 AM Good poem Cal, I know the feeling well from
working as a salesman on the road years ago....Charlie |
| Posted by Michelle Calhoun on 10/05/03 at 08:06 PM It seems that every road eventually leads us home. Aren't you glad that you have me to come home to? LOL I'll keep the homefires burning. |
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