Driving down life’s highway;
lies a double yellow line. The
line shouts you must follow,
you can never lead. For now I am
your master, stay within my confines,
and if you contradict me, you shall
surely die.
As children we are told the same,
stay between the lines. Remember if
you stray, the picture won’t look nice.
Taking a risky adventure, we disobey,
and as we are scolded, we hang our
heads in shame.
Still winding down that crowded road, I grow
weary of its control. I’m tired of obeying
double lines; I want to do as I please.
But I know in the near future, the straight
lines of gold will break. And when that
moment happens, I’ll lead the others,
I'll finally be free.
Mary E. Lacey
2008
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Regis
well conceived ideas, a fine metaphor carries this poem. Well done!
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Quite the hyperbole . . . Bravo!!
Best regards,
Lance
Excellent write - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sheila