A different song

poem in rhyming quatrains I ambic tetrameter

 

 

A Different song.

 

 

Highways, byways and motorways

are very much the same to me.

I much prefer the bridle ways

Those quiet lanes are traffic free.

 

 I care not where the path may lead.

I stroll along at my own pace.

I’m free from any need for speed

I am quite happy to retrace

 

 my steps. Should I mistake

the path   I follow get it wrong

What does it matter if I take?

 a shortcut which proves to be long.

 

I opted out of life’s rat race.

I am at no mans beck and call

 I choose my way and choose my pace

 and don’t regret my choice at all.

 

I live my life free from all stress

 I only have myself to please.

No time constraints to cause distress.

 I freed myself from that disease.

 

Time does not matter not to me

I thought it did but I was wrong.

At last I am completely free

To listen to a different song.

 

14-Nov-08

 

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Reviews

[Emily B]

and what a lovely song it is . . . maybe I will walk a little way with you and enjoy your words . . .