I took this photo (on an iPhone whilst in it’s cradle in the van) crossing the Queen Elizabeth II bridge this morning – and penned the poem while waiting for work to start – hope you like them !
Bags packed and stowed –
and he’d said his last goodbye –
this time – for the last time.
Wheels were turning –
the bridge a highway –
from a life – of crime.
Years had come and gone –
and love had come and gone –
now time to follow the dream.
A dream without purpose –
to arrive – wherever this highway ends –
the journey – no mission – no theme.
Just the desire –
not to repeat –
what had sent him away for years.
This poem has been written for One Stop Wednesday – visit One Stop Poetry and take part !