a journey of awareness
Interstate at DawnSome drive the highwayUntil the heat buckles itAnd like flocks of geeseThey tailspin over the railInto the river below. If you love what you do,Expect no one to pay youBecause that’s not a jobIn this country.[Disposable Poem July 24, 2011]Dr Mike
Interstate at Dawn
ReplyDeleteSome drive the highway
Until the heat buckles it
And like flocks of geese
They tailspin over the rail
Into the river below.
If you love what you do,
Expect no one to pay you
Because that’s not a job
In this country.
[Disposable Poem July 24, 2011]
Dr Mike