XXXIX) The Wheels
It is not only when I go
On journeys, that I feel
The steel wheels grind and pound below
Along the rails of steel.
Their voices, faint or louder,
I hear them night and day;
They pound my life to powder, they grind my years away.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
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