"On the Turnpike of Indifference"

A Poem by Mark

"The Turnpike of Indifference"

A faint sliver of a crescent moon of hope, shines down upon a turnpike of indifference,

as I ride a bus headed for the city of dreams, both shattered, and realized.

Protected by an umbrella of faith and hope, I seek the lighthouse along with it's beacon

of benevolence, to guide me away from the reefs and rocky shores of poverty and despair.

Never a thought of being rich, okay, maybe just a thought, but that's all.

Just want to find a decent job and earn a living.

Birthday cakes, and Frosted Flakes, never prepared me for a life like this.

© 2014 Mark

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Chris Shaw

Not much to ask is it? A decent job and earning a living. But for some that goal is never reached. Your lines offer a glint of hope. If we find a beacon of light to guide us, so much the better. Nicely expressed Mark.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago

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5 Years Ago

Thanks Chris. Good and bad times come and go, like the tides. In and out. Such are the rhythms of li.. read more

h d e rushin

You know what I'm amazed at Mark? Different poetic points of view. In poetry is a point of view
a must have? I don't think so but it is essential to obtain. Place, deportment, what hurts,
what's expected, what's hoped for and finally, what disappointments can be conquered.
I think it was me you passed on that turnpike. I was the one going 34 in the fast lane
with the fat friend making faces.

well done.
dana

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

Thanks, Dana, that brought a smile to my face.

Mark

Brittany

i f*****g love this!! I love the imagery and just the way you wrote it...idk I've never been good at expressing why I really like a poem but for some reason I really do love this. I wish I could give you a better response.

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

Well thanks very much! I appreciate your liking it!

jacob erin-cilberto

i quite relate to this...coming from an upper middle class family and then finding myself at the poverty level...and seeing my parents good fortunes turn south---where in retirement they outlive what they had as a nest egg to live on later.

faith and hope only protect us so far...but wow...when i can afford it, i still get Frosted Flakes, and indulge.