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