Wrinkles and Roads

Wrinkles and Roads

I've faced my demons, more than once

Spit against the wind

Walked on water, so I thought

Ventured into sin

Moved the Earth, a time or two

Ate my share of dirt

Spurned the gift of life itself

Death whispered its flirt

Wrinkles travel upon my face

As lines from a weathered map

Roads destined to end at fate

Time, the eternal trap

Wisdom sprouts from failed seeds

Lessons to be learned

Still waters, run deeper still

When bridges have been burned

I'm not one to dwell upon

Choices left behind

I choose to see what lies ahead

For hindsight can be blind

Wrinkles travel upon my face

Reflecting roads of past

I pray to ever taste the wind

The roads, to ever last

Ironhorse Writer

© 1/03/2003