Narrow roads are not always straight.
Cross roads have promising names
Reaching a tunnel going into the dark
Up against the wall holding back blame
Other people always have an answer
To the questions I’ve never asked
Now seeing light from the other side
I can see which ones are wearing masks
© 2012 Michael Yost 4/27
HI Michael
I love this poem, the meaning behind it.
Thanks Ina.
I tried to deal with a circumstance that happened in my youth.
Excellent Michael. I love the last stanza
I’m glad you enjoyed it Norma.
Like cellophane! Nice work, Michael.
You are right. Most don’t even know that they are wearing masks
Very nice ~~
Walking on the straight and narrow can be exhausting.
Excellent. I really like this …
Thanks Jamie.