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Hello Jadranka my friend,
Thank you for the support. You my friend, a friend with origin from a neighbour country have also helped and have to share this honour with me.
ROADS
© By Homer Merfeld
Roads have many faces,
From lonely stretches to jammed up places.
The old roads of pre-automobile ages,
Now are sights of contemptuous 'road rages'.
They can be made of dirt and gravel, macadam, or concrete.
In town they are known as a street.
In the country they can be scenic byways,
Consisting of narrow, two-lane highways.
In the metropolis they are known as freeways,
And one can get lost in concrete jungles called interchanges.
Viewed from above they look like ribbons,
Filled with traffic going in both directions.
Roads don't seem to have any pattern,
Running uphill and downhill with no concern
That they stretch north, south, east or west;
They just lie there completely at rest.
They are used by all manner of vehicles;
Driven by normally rational people.
However, when some get 'behind the wheel',
Their actions seem sometimes not to be real!
Roads are adorned with lights and signs for control,
And making sure you obey is the Highway Patrol.
There are over 40,000 highway deaths each year,
Caused by human stupidity and animals, like deer.
Roads are definitely dangerous places,
Even on tracks where they run professional races.
Roads can be wet and slick or covered with snow,
And all kinds of hazards await those not in the know.
You can never tell when in an accident you may be involved,
Slowing down and thinking --- the problem is most likely solved.
We spend much of our lives out there driving;
Don't add to the risk by telephoning, smoking or drinking.
Metaphorically, some roads lead to nowhere,
But in the real world they all take us somewhere.
Of all the roads I've traveled and known,
The one that is the greatest is the one going home.
Best Regards
Georgios
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