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An Empty Road

by Richard Vince

There is a strange beauty in
A main road with no traffic on it,
And green traffic lights with
No vehicles to control.

It is only a fleeting state, but
One which I somehow capture
More often than not through
My north facing window, if only
For the moment for which I stare
Before climbing into my welcoming bed
Slightly later than I intended.

At times like these, my mind
Wanders into memories of things
I used to be able to do, or at least
Things I think I could do before I
Started actually to grow up.

A girl with eyes like emeralds
Catching the Sun once told me that
She thought I would never grow up
Too much, but already this seems
Like too much for me...
Like I am becoming all the things
I try to avoid in other people,
And I am becoming preoccupied with
Things I was always determined I would
Never lower myself to caring about.

Perhaps all that I wanted to avoid
Was growing up at all.

03/29/2004

Posted on 03/30/2004
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Amy Niggel on 04/03/04 at 02:59 PM

The image of the girl with the sun in her eyes is great, amazing poem as always.

Posted by Anne Howe on 04/21/04 at 09:38 PM

wistful, provokative and poignant all at the same time ..... how wonderfully you describe your situation and pen your thoughts .....brilliant read

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 07/01/04 at 11:46 PM

Easy reading with a real feel for the moment that you write about.

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