I grew up with gravel
the poor man's pavement
unsure footing
sometimes shifting
certainly uncertain
*
pretty soon the blacktop came
oil on the gravel
sort of the same
slicker and shinier
you could ride with ease
the bicycles, motorbikes
wherever you please
*
gradually graduating to pavement
with endless roads stretching ever on
not much chance of getting off it
the pace was furious, all sauntering gone,
progress often has its price
and for awhile it seems so nice
*
my aging eyes now often leave
the road I'm on to a road that recedes
and I find gravel beseeching once more
wanting to return
to what I knew before.....
