I stowed away
on a wooden cart
With calloused heels
And road kissed wheels
Thanking him for my depart
A bottle of glue in my pocket
To mend back the pieces
Of a once lovely heart
A plastic tarp covering my innocence
as I ride through the night
,
Stowed away on this wooden cart
I’m hearing rain
Graciously shy, now starting to fall
I’m hearing rain dear friends
What’s happened to one,oh lovelies
Will happen to all
The road seems to be getting worse
As his tears pour from the sky
But dear friends don’t worry
You see’ I’m finding sweet solace
I’ll never again have to ask “why”
Rhythmic patterns I hear
From the Masters pulling this cart
Traveling to a destination =unknown
Im Stowed away safely
Repairing a once broken heart
a wooden cart
By Paul R