The Grey Unsure Road
Poem By Seán O Muiríosa
The metallic beasts drift past,
Tremendously, in a tension breaking moment.
Realisation hits in towards acknowledgement
And all the similarities – of pure driven emotion.
But they rush past quickly,
In a flash that will never be relived.
They bustle along the winding grey roads
Some far more striking than others, such parallels!
Parading their eloquent customised features;
Their proudness is a mere existence
On the grey unsure road.
A struggle – but what a journey.