>≫≫The Roads I Killed

As many deaths of my life I caused many deaths, too, To the roads I chose to travel I bent one and twisted the other With these rough hands so badly That they died immediately without air When I was travelling as an adolescent, The next one I chose to travel was straight and smooth when I was a grown up man but out of wounds it died too as it got too many pot holes by force of my foot heels. The last one I left stranded to die With all the lousy dark corners As I stupidly broke all the street lights When I travelled it as an aged man. As I do not wait for any trains any more Rather trains wait for me So I do not, now, see any road to travel But I wait the roads to travel for me I do not care any one, either two or three As they will all meet in one And I am sure I will travel for free