A tiny slice of living from a lifetime on the road.


When The Dust Is Settled Down

I danced so many nights away
wore holes in both my soles
and the beer I drank to sober up
was warm and usually stale.

I was never born for greatness
hell I barely learned to spell
looking out the window panes
was what I did in school.

Every job I liked has disappeared
they all went up in smoke
the money that I spent on fun
would fill an armored truck.

Waiting down that crooked road
were happy times and blues
hangin' in those honky tonks
was what I loved to do.

What I lacked in education
I made up for in sand
I held no fear of lonesome
as I chased the morning sun.

From the hills of West Virginia
to the dunes along the coast
and every place that's in between
I've been to once or twice.

I've lived beyond the edge of time
my fate's still in the wind
perhaps I'll rest these weary bones
when the dust is settled down.



Poetry by David L Wright
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Written on 2008-02-01 at 22:20

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vijay shanker
what a beauty sir...i appreciate it for its utter honesty.great read.
2008-02-21


Judy T Lloyd
What an interesting poem and well it sounds like the typical American. You did very well with your descriptive passages.
2008-02-01


Morpheus
I enjoyed reading this tale of life, and particularly liked this part of the last verse:

"I've lived beyond the edge of time
my fate's still in the wind"


Great write! Thank you for sharing.
2008-02-01