JOURNEY

The unfinished autobiography of Robert B.  I haven't been all good, but I haven't been all bad either.

JOURNEY(an Autobiography)

© Robert C Burnham

I am a long time on my journey

I got a much longer ways to go

I have been down one hundred

But there's still a thousand roads

I have listened to Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash.

and Sheryl Crow

Learning so much but yet uncertain

how they could know my tortured soul.

In my early days I dreamed of greatness

Changing the world was to be my call

Always dreaming of helping others

Never thinking that I could fall

I heard preachers from the pulpits

how dare they have the gall

For they insisted that upon my own

I would never climb that wall.

In the Sixties I was just another child

In the Seventies - a boy

In the Eighties I thought I was a man

But that illusion was destroyed

My house of cards first tumbled down

As I escaped my only child

Never pausing to realize

I could run for just a while.

The last twenty years, where have they gone?

Worn out like a balloon with no air

All of my expectations openly shattered

I ponder, how the Hell did I get here

Too much time looking for a God & Lover

or just someone else to care?

A decade of emotions and pain

given over to the Langoliers.

Now I rest on the brink of the future

Wondering what may come

Hoping that the conclusion of my existence

Will produce a worthwhile sum

I will continue to earnestly listen

to the poets of my time

Seeking to place my name next to theirs

as a master of the rhyme.