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A Road Less Traveled
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
3/15/2002
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Over a shoulder his world exists
A result of opportunities missed
Child of the street, man of the road
Keeps to himself, true to the code
Desired by the ladies
By their husbands too
Wanted by the law
But that ain't nothin' new
For he rides a road less traveled
On thunder, steel and chrome
No ties, no suits, no family roots
America's his home
Another town, first light of day
He's greeted by the local stray
Shares his jerky, bares in mind
He and the stray are two of a kind
With a pet, a wag, they leave opposite ways
Kindred outcasts, societies strays
A glance to the mirror, last chance to see
A town, a dog, a memory
For he rides a road less traveled
On thunder, steel and chrome
No ties, no suits, no family roots
America's his home
The wind whispers of others
A heritage of brothers
Carved of legacy
Destined to be free
Of those like him, long since passed
Wayward souls in shadows cast
Silent specters, who guide his way
Through towns named Anywhere, USA
For he rides a road less traveled
On thunder, steel and chrome
No ties, no suits, no family roots
America's his home
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