The Endless Trip

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    The Endless Trip

    Ready to go, I bring a book to read
    Everything placed just so, we all know
    Sitting in our places, all patiently waiting
    The car is started, we appreciate the silence
    It still gives us the hope
    That all will go well with our trip
    Our spirits are low as we start the trip
    The signs are hard to read
    The car ride is long as we try not to give up hope
    Everything will work out, we all know
    Like the road stretches so the silence
    At the light we are waiting
    The ride is almost over, this waiting
    This long, long trip
    The radio turned on, to break the silence
    As I try to read
    A stop will make it longer we all know
    We all pray no heavy traffic, we all hope
    It hangs over our head, this hope
    And it’s killing us this waiting
    Something will happen before we get there, we all know
    This endless trip
    The radio hard to hear, miles hard to read
    Through the shedding tears and the uneven silence
    A cell phone rings breaking the silence
    With the news we lose some hope
    The worry on our faces, easy to read
    Will never end, this waiting
    Curses on this fateful trip
    When will we know
    The stress is over we all know
    It is broken with great sighs, this silence
    It was worth the stress, this cursed trip
    It has given us hope
    Of the future that is waiting
    The relief on our faces, easy to read
    In the hospital she is waiting, It is my turn to read
    The silence is broken, relieved we know
    The trip to see grandma has given us hope

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    cynthiakehl commented on The Endless Trip

    05-15-2009

    when does the reader breathe?

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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