The Commute
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Again I start, the drive onward away
To where my life is. Journeying the road,
As sky lit stars dancing above this day
I think about this life I’ve been bestowed.
The world is changing like a blowing wind
As clouds create the gray backdrop. A storm?
The things in life are now much more unkind
This place in which we live; how’s this the norm?
We never listen, hearing views, without
A thought for those whose life is not the same.
Regard for people and what they’re about
Are principles we must work to reclaim.
My long commute I think about the news
And hear the pain of thoughts I’d never choose.
I think of times in past, about a day
A boy asking his dad the thing he knew
He had to have. A zeal inside him grew
As dreams of his guitar began to weigh.
Reality of work to save money
He’d need inspired his days. He would pursue
A life discovering music in view
The dreams and possibilities conveyed.
He loved music and listened all the time
The drive that day it seemed so long for him
And now his dream was going to come true
The walls were filled guitars all in a line
His choice was made he smiled to dad who grinned
I miss my Dad, and days like that so few.