Your Favorite Poems

Glenn · 03-18-2013, 11:14 PM

Often the change expressed in divorce does'nt finish like life finishes. It does'nt end with a bang, nor with a whimper. It's more like

Crossing over

I was on a journey to another land.
I thought I would know when I crossed over,
There would be a fence, a gate, a guard,
A sign in two languages.
But it was not so. I was a traveler on a road,
The road deteriorated into ruts,
The ruts filled with sand,
The sand drifted this way and that,
Once upon a time, there had been a road.
Time came I knew I was in a different place,
If I had seen the point where I had crossed, it would not have been there.
But I had crossed over.

03-18-2013, 11:14 PM	#11
Glenn Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Ol butch bones. Preferred Pronoun?: Old thing Relationship Status: Too old to play. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: :rolleyes: Posts: 1,547 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,602 Thanked 3,729 Times in 1,095 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	Endpiece Often the change expressed in divorce does'nt finish like life finishes. It does'nt end with a bang, nor with a whimper. It's more like Crossing over I was on a journey to another land. I thought I would know when I crossed over, There would be a fence, a gate, a guard, A sign in two languages. But it was not so. I was a traveler on a road, The road deteriorated into ruts, The ruts filled with sand, The sand drifted this way and that, Once upon a time, there had been a road. Time came I knew I was in a different place, If I had seen the point where I had crossed, it would not have been there. But I had crossed over.

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