Tuesday, October 22, 2019
I wrote this poem while I was on my “Southern Tier” bicycle tour. I also kept a journal on the tour, you can read the journal by clicking on the Archive Link at the top of this page and selecting “Southern Tier 2019.”
The Road
The road is a killer.
The trucks killing machines.
This is how life is,
never swerving.
Could I talk to you,
I would ask you to slow down.
You would tell me to move aside,
for you are in a hurry.
You need to get somewhere soon.
I mourn for all the loss.
Do you mourn as well?
Would things be different
if this conversation were real?
Brad Adkins