The Way It Goes

The way it goes

And away she goes

On a bright-eyed,

Finely shod horse

Past the station bridge,

Along the path to the past;

Past the closed-forever factory gates,

Along the path to the past;

Beyond the river steps

Along the path to the past;

Through yellowed fog

Along the path to the past.

May we all be wise enough;

May we all have the sense,

May we all be lucky enough

To live  more than once

On the path to the past.

8 thoughts on “The Way It Goes

  1. mala says:

    Lovely. May we all be wise enough, indeed. 🙂

  2. menomama3 says:

    Is that a song? It sounds like it should have music set to it. Lovely.

  3. May we all have ear for such incantory harmony sounded so clear over the blogosphere, may I attend to such music as graces the my screen with melody and deepest remembrance of closed factory gates and yellow fog. Golden.

  4. Miss Nae says:

    We’re often told to stay away from the past – like it’s the plague but I like the idea of going back and being lucky enough to do so 🙂

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