'A Road Less Traveled'
by The Ironhorse Writer™
3/15/2002

Over a shoulder his world exists,
a result of opportunities missed.
Child of the street, man of the road,
keeps to himself, true to the code.

Desired by the ladies,
by their husbands too,
wanted by the law,
but that ain't nothin' new.

For he rides a road less traveled,
on thunder, steel and chrome.
No ties, no suits, no family roots.
America's his home.

Another town, first light of day,
he's greeted by the local stray.
Shares his jerky, bares in mind,
he and the stray are two of a kind.

With a pet, a wag, they leave opposite ways,
kindred outcasts, societies strays.
A glance to the mirror, last chance to see,
a town, a dog, a memory.

For he rides a road less traveled,
on thunder, steel and chrome.
No ties, no suits, no family roots.
America's his home.

The wind whispers of others,
a heritage of brothers.
Carved of legacy,
destined to be free.

Of those like him, long since passed,
wayward souls in shadows cast.
Silent specters, who guide his way,
through towns named Anywhere, USA.

For he rides a road less traveled,
on thunder, steel and chrome.
No ties, no suits, no family roots.
America's his home.

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