On the Road

He’s out rolling the road with his truck

Huffing and puffing along with load

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It started as with everyone- alone

Then came along his pet Woof

Who died a sad death that was his first blow

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Not too later came along her with the goldi locks

Which was when he bought the truck

Shiny red with room so vast filled with ideas

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A kid followed another

Bottles screams diapers shit college fees

Saw a truck-door, spare tyres sold till little birds flew

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The truck now warm with memories

Spread sweet aroma of food by an experienced cook

And wise heart crinkled at the eyes

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As the truck passes by my window

I see chairs with legs wobbly peeking out precariously

So full it is with load creaking loud

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Sweet couple I wish I too get to be

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It rolled for years still until

Goldi locks breathed her last

And that was the end of the truck

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Old man walked the road alone again

So ripe and fruitened, sure to drop any moment

Born alone die alone, a rainbow through a prism of life

P.S. Featured image from dreamstime.com

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