Friday, 16 April 2010


I recall the times I’ve driven this road
Every week for three long years
Heading the wrong way at the start
Reversing course days later to end the tears

The homeward view feels like my friend
Always welcome, makes me smile
I don’t mind the sweeping turns and boring straights
Lasting for a while

And I remember almost every inch
Of road that lines the way
I remember all the bumps I drove
Towards you each Friday

And now those times are left behind
I don’t disappear with Monday’s dawn
But I still love heading up that road
No longer feeling torn

So when the wheels are turning
And I’m north by north west bound
The feelings all come flooding back
And I drink in every sight and sound

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