A Long Road

The road is long,

and not the way

we planned. Is it wrong

to want? We played

the ones who trust,

in what, or whom,

the world, the busts

of saints? What's true

my love? Predict.

You know of roads,

of faith, of strict

response that holds

a hope aloft

when up is how

the road and croft

seems bent. We bow,

exist to serve,

belong with traits

of skill and verve,

but still, we wait.


For Susie's Bits of Inspiration- The Yellow Brick Road over at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads.
I took the photo in Trinidad.