Saturday, 7 March 2015

Walking Distance

Today's poem was inspired by the Twilight Zone episode of the same name, of a stressed out businessman whose car needs a repair, and while waiting, walks to his nearby home town, but also walks back into the past of his lost childhood.

Walking Distance

A car broken down, a walk along
A dusty road into time long past
Long forgotten, the familiar song
The carousel, now seen at last

Merry-go rounds of distant youth
Ice cream from the corner shop
A weary man seeking the truth
Just where time seems to stop

A wisp of memory, of a happier day
And he sees himself, a carefree lad
Laughing ghosts of home this way
The businessman now feels so sad

Into the twilight zone, and going home
We never leave, however far we roam

1 comment:

roger benest said...

I have been there even in the highs of my invention would.