The Road

Old road signs call out for attention,

Gravestones of long buried memories

Faded, but just clear enough to sting

With the dreaded feeling that the past

Was not what it should have been,

No more improved for the hindsight

But if time will only ever flow one way

There is hope that the road will stretch,

Far enough beyond the troubled times

Away from the faded, stinging thoughts

Shrinking into nothing but shadows

Until they are forever out of sight