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The Long Trip
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Feb. 2005 The scenery goes by
on this long trip of mine
Trees pass along like a bird trying to fly
The sun rises and the sun sets
and with every new place,
there’s a new set.
The people come and the people go
traveling to another destination
while watching each city grow
and show another illumination.
Some of the places we pass
are overgrown with grass
long ago abandoned and forgotten
Other places are new
bright and shiny as tin
held together by the strongest of glue
They all eventually fade,
and we’re left in deserted territory
where and old spade is laid
like a child with a story
about some long ago promenade
But we continue our journey
ignoring all we have passed
watching as all continuously
fade into dust.
