Lonely Road (Fiction)

Looking at life and an alternative lifestyle. Perhaps we can be more than we think we are.

My name is Bobby Flint yes  you know the kind.

Grew up on the Southside of town where life ain't so fine.

You don't make it on the Southside if you don't learn to fight.

I picked up two misdemeanors, heck that was alright.

No keeping us in school,"I mean really-that ain't kool."

Strong-arming suckers was how we made our cash.

You can't stay young forever and so felony is approaching me.

Started going to night school and learned to play brass.

With the trumpet on my lips I felt like I had class.

Now I earn my bread in night clubs, nightly shows.

Moved away from my old stomping grounds, I was such a clown.

I can now walk the streets without wearing that frown.

If you start feeling that loneliness it's a flag remember

There's more then one road you have deep inside.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the road taken....a road leading us out of the Poor Side of Town, as Johnny Rivers sang of....

yes, where we travel in life comes from deep inside us...we choose the path, one way or the other.

[Leo French]

Thank you for taking the time to read 2 of my writings and I concur with your Johnny Rivers reference towards this piece, thank you.

[John the Baptist]

The last line is very poignant. Too many don't realize the truth of it and destroy themselves early.

[Leo French]

I should like to thank you for looking over this writing and sharing your review I do appreciate it.