Rain Falls on the mudded road a path pushed on by many
for young and for old
She strides for her home
so far away
each droplet of rain
one less for each day
A hallow she looks for
a whom for her thoughts
at home he is waiting
only herself she need brought
So still she walks the mudded road
her legs grow tired, her fingers grow cold
It's worth every step, every slide, every slip
every tear thats she cried
every smile that shes missed
She cant stop walking
though she's lost all she had
to think its for nothing
the notion is mad
So her thoughts wonder of days grown old
when they sit together
at the end of the mudded road
I loved this metaphor! Sometimes love is like walking down a muddy road. We don't want to but we keep going. Nicely worded :)
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This is really well written and a great metaphor. It's really thought-provoking well worded, great choice of picture as well!
ReplyDeleteGood poem, very well written.. the picture was a nice touch
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