POEM: Lonesome Road

I'll not sing down that lonesome road.
Who knows what haunts the ditch down there.
So, I'll walk down the middle line,
listening through still ringing ears.

Should the moon fail to light the road
in milky glow of distant rays,
I'll wish myself invisible,
but not sing down that lonesome road.

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