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The Motorway Poem
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The Motorway Poem |
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Rod Member
since 1999-12-08
Posts 149Auckland New Zealand |
To which many of us can relate?? The last rays of summer grow weak in the sky The sharp morning air brings a tear to the eye I rise with a dawn that is foggy and cold And I look in the mirror.............a sight to behold! Am I just getting older Oh! do tell me please Is it age that is causing the pain in my knees? Are my joints seizing up from the cold and the damp Or is it old age that is giving me cramp? I head for the motorway, rain pouring down And I wish I was back in my ol' dressing gown As I exit the drive by a dripping street lamp I turn and I head for the nearest on ramp. Now the wind's gettin' stronger, the rain hits the screen And I'm feelin' as dismal as ever I've been But to make matters worse, if they ever could be There are tail lights stretchin' to eternity! There's nobody moving at more than 5 K's And it's likely the same from the Bridge to the Bays I'm tuning the dial into Newstalk ZB And the guy there informs me it's 6.33. There's some dude in front of me wants to change lanes If I had my way now I'd put 'im in chains! A woman behind me is tooting her horn With a face like the back of a sheep that’s been shorn. I wake with a shock and it's all been a dream It's funny how things are not quite what they seem! It's Saturday dawning, but somehow I feel That come Monday morning... it'll all be for real! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Rod, and it turns from us day to day...dense to the soul, like a swarm of bees yet, mistaken is left on the ground for another visit turning around... stealin time, speakin the truth we come in alone and go out alone with stained teeth and some uniform good unwearied delicate fraud, moving room to room we may in kindness touch dispute while sipping on expresso and warmed milk whew, this poem dead on and honest, in good faith was certainly profound and through provoking loved the truth in this |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
It seems when I read this, Rod's not a 'hotrod', dreaming of traffic, not even a mod. Certainly not an old rocker like me, who laughs as he passes all traffic with glee. Occasionally now I go out in a car but my 1200 Triumph is better by far. Yea, I'm well past sixty and joints give me pain But it's washed right away when my face meets the rain. The wind is much stronger when over a ton, at a hundred and forty, if caught I'll get done. But my Triumph Trophy can take all the blame to book an old grandad would put police to shame. I've even a bus pass, for bus lanes you see, so traffic is never a problem to me. So take my advice, and burn up every mile, Don't let quadramania cramp up your style! |
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Rod Member
since 1999-12-08
Posts 149Auckland New Zealand |
Oh Ivor dear Ivor your poem is great I cannot help laughing at what you relate! But here is a fact that may come as a shocker Like you I am actually just an old rocker! (Had a Triumph 110 ..brilliant bike!) Never owned a scooter..no time for mods) |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
LOL... well said Rod  RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Look at you...encouraging others into song. THAT is the face, and pace, of a poet.... well done, Sir. |
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