Old Road

It catches my eye off the interstate
as the mighty overpass
condescendingly
flaunts itself and seems to say
I'm better than you, your day is gone
then shrugs its shoulders as I rush on

I watch it as it follows for a while
slowly of course for it has no place to be
then crosses over a hill and disappears
Just an old road, no longer used
that once carried loved ones away
and sometimes brought them back again

I wonder to myself
what stories it could tell
or would tell if it could
perhaps the pain is too deep
Of comings and goings
and fulfilled dreams
and needs
Long before the days
of disrespectful time
and weeds

I leave it to itself as I move on
I won't be back this way
but I'll not forget
the look of obsolescence that it gave
And I pray my strength and senses
won't erode
when I become an old
unneeded road