Lonely Signpost

Show ways;
be a signpost
if that is what
you were meant to be.

Wind-salted, rain-soaked;
lonely, and even a piss
stop for those needing
one here in the open
isolated heather where
you’ve been planted.

Neglected, worn, paint-flaked.
Giving only one clue,
but one mostly understood.
Never exalted,
always forgotten.
Some times a happy accident,
among many incidents,
though yours is hardly
a footnote worth noting.
Still a purpose
was given, and
if that’s all there is,
then that’s all you have.

© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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