Friday, February 9, 2024

Along the Road


Along the Road


On the ribbon of road I’ve traveled,

in my mind I left behind monuments.

Beacons of light and hope and example

for those rising up behind me.

But the road is aged, decaying,

and the monuments are just rubble.

Some rocks tossed from my pockets,

worthless scraps in barren fields.

One day the tears may come

to water the trail of dry and dusty seeds

and flowers will trace the remains of a path

being traversed by those who never knew me.


©2024 Noreen Braman








No comments:

Post a Comment