Grams Ramblings: Roadtrip


2nd April

A poem a day in April:

Employing the promp of asking quRoadtrip


Is that the sun hidden
behind the mist,
As my joy dwells deep inside
Shadowed by an endless
“To do” list?
Did we pack jumpers,
It is nevertheless “that time” of year,
To warm chilly words
That may escape?
Though we bumble along
On this
Roadtrip of life.
Did we contain the meals,
To nourish and sustain,
To take away the strain,
To maintain us match and sturdy?
Will we final forever,
Or is that also extended?


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