Categories Life Philosophies Uncategorized Roadside Post author By poetluckerate Post date September 18, 2011 Opportunities passed by on roads not taken supplanted dreams decay like abandoned motels rife with rusting signs, broken neon-script hopes cracked-concrete dreams pot-holed asphalt parking lot rug stitched with weeds plenty of vacancies Share this poemClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Tags aspirations, dreams, growing older, perspective, poem, poem about youth, poetry, poetry on introspection By poetluckerate I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay. I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways. View Archive → ← Imponderably tasty (Love is… #18) → In focus