On the road of life we don't all have roadies to share the adventure, just trekies to share the pain.
my feet are cracked and soiled from life’s road
dusty laden with rocks, it’s a million uphill miles
treacherous curves with no guard rails, life pales
when I was young I ran and skipped with vigor
now I stumble strain can’t hardly find a place
to pull over and rest from the killing pace
this journey is not a race it’s a one way trip
a slip or fall it could end it before it was to end
nothing around the next bend except eternity
and that’s too far for me to travel my feet are old
there’s no bold left in my legs just the ache of age
runnin out of time can’t find no reason no rhyme
stopped humin tunes the dust of June's left me dry
most times I can’t find no tears to let my cry
turning back ain’t no option you can’t be where
you’ve already been on life’s dusty old road
plod when the fun is all gone looking for that
one woman to share my love, then I’ll be done
Life, at times, can be just like that, as mentioned!
A million uphill miles
with all sorts of struggles,
but I think its worse without a woman!
Thanks for sharing, Jon!
Such a meaningful poem, Jon. Your theme applies to all of us at some point in time. I consider myself in good physical shape but I have noticed over the past while that my bike ride around the mountain and back up here is not nearly as easily accomplished as it was not so long ago. Love, peace, and best wishes to you, friend.
I was trying to figure out what the lament was all about because I know that at one time you drove NASCAR level race cars around the track at speeds that most never experience. A good memory for old age.
But then, I read the last line and realized that it wasn't about the long hard road of life, but the inability to find and keep a loving companion at the end and time was running out to find one.
"Can't find no reason no rhyme," yet the rhymes seem to work well enough in this poem. An interesting on the reality of the aging process. Nice work. John
THE AGING PROCESS CANNOT BE REVERSED, IT HAPPENS AND LIFE'S CALLED A RACE BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW YOU FEEL...YOU'RE NOT RUNNING ON THE OLD ROAD OF LIFE BY YOURSELF. MANY OTHERS RUN - HOLDING OUT FOR THE 'PRIZE'. HE DIDN'T SAY IT WOULD BE EASY BUT WE MUST DO WHAT PETER FAILED TO DO ON THAT ROUGH SEA, KEEP OUR EYES ON HIM AND WE'LL MAKE IT! THERE'S A SONG THAT GOES LIKE THIS; 'TURN YOUR EYES UPON JESUS, LOOK FULL ON HIS WONDERFUL FACE. AND THE CARES OF THE WORLD WILL GROW STRANGELY DIM, IN THE LIGHT OF HIS GLORY AND GRACE. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS WORK. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
"there’s no bold left in my legs just the ache of age"
THAT my friend says it all. The muscles in my arms and legs were somewhat my pride and joy. They are gone, for the most part. I never thought I would live to be this old, and not sure I want to go on sometimes. Eh, still I turn seventy-seven next month, and I'm still here, able to do for myself, so as far as that goes I'm ready for the next ten years.
This book presents a narrative story of one person's journey of transcendental Awakening and Enlightenment as guided by his two Sage companions. It is grounded in Zen Buddhist and Taoist perspective and uses the I Ching as its structural framework. T
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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A million uphill miles
with all sorts of struggles,
but I think its worse without a woman!
Thanks for sharing, Jon!
Regis
But then, I read the last line and realized that it wasn't about the long hard road of life, but the inability to find and keep a loving companion at the end and time was running out to find one.
Ron
THAT my friend says it all. The muscles in my arms and legs were somewhat my pride and joy. They are gone, for the most part. I never thought I would live to be this old, and not sure I want to go on sometimes. Eh, still I turn seventy-seven next month, and I'm still here, able to do for myself, so as far as that goes I'm ready for the next ten years.