The Roads

The Roads

Slithery, the streets and foot-paths wet,

strolling a hazardous feat as it can get.

Contaminating the clean washed air,

noxious exhaust fumes, grey; choke.

Slippery, is life’s boulevard with ambiguity,

existence’s each day filled with uncertainty.

Tainting the happy joyful voyage;

insecurity, verbal diatribe; strangle.

Flower-filled green dales and valleys,

Dolphins cavorting in gold-sequinned seas;

just in dreams….

Only waken to nightmares of

slithery streets and slippery boulevards.