I've been travelling down this road for years,
Along the way so many smiles, so many tears.
Don't know where it goes or where it ends,
Along the way I’ve left behind family and friends.
The road I follow has many unsuspected twists and turns,
As the heat blisters the soles on my feet as the tarmac burns.
The road I travel upon leads me to where I’m heading,
To that final resting place, where I’ll lay my bedding.
The road is a place that shows where I’ve been,
It holds the memories of the pain and pleasure I’ve seen.
My road not made of yellow brick but chrome,
Is a road that will always lead me home?

nicola burkett

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