The Road of Time
Days pass over by wagon wheel, slow around the corners, slow in the mud, and my little one’s song softly ripples in my memory, her voice the wind on a prayer wheel spinning in my heart.
My neck is slumping lower from my shoulders and my legs aren’t so steady anymore. And there was a time I didn’t have to squint to see. Twenty years ago I started to come apart and I found myself coming together on these roads. And sometimes I get to feeling real lonely and longing for company, and then the road reluctantly leads me to town like a mother leading her child to school.
She sees there are men ahead standing in suits and wearing scars. I here her sob and I look back. She is gone.(bbc)