The Road
by bruce albern
Morning afternoon evening.
i started out to find a path
and avenues developed
as the fortunes grew.
i awaited an answer
while the tide rushes in
baited my line shorelines
brought bounty in envelopes
disguised.
one solar year later
i sit in residence.
and lorn for the road
and all its empty illustrious
deceptions.
to my beautiful mother
i will love you forever.
son bruce