Never Look Back Now

Poem By Marshall Gass

Look quietly at the journey you have taken
the road was never straight never easy
along the way many travellers returned
and you stood and watched as the fatigue
built up and you were gasping for breath
to take the next step forward to a place
fixed on your mind. But stopped short
because you were not sure the journey
would end at the sunset or you would
see the sunrise again. Stay still as you walk
slowly into that lonely night taking your fears
with you, as you stumble forward again.
Be patient with the cobblestones and dense
traffic whizzing past. Don't feel alone
for in the waiting you may have missed
many accidents.
When you reach the end
Now look back and stare in wonder
at what you have achieved.
You are a star traveller with no ticket
to no particular place. The destination
is always unknown.

Author Notes

Don't we all look back when we should be looking ahead?

A certain poet on this site asked me a question the other day. I gave him the best answer I could. The answer may not have been the best, considering that his own journey had taken him only part way to mine. But age has its advantages. You have to live life to its fullest to know what it has to offer. Guessing is no good. Its the road that we all travel on.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.

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