Road of the Red Cow

The Road of the Red Cow

By day she would wander on the road

One direction, self driven by habit

By night she would return ready for the morning

So much of a routine that they called the road “Road of the Red Cow.”

 

Sometimes lives have so much routine

Just like the red cow walked day and night

Until, maybe either through choice or happenstance

The world as you know it changes.

 

In the routine world, what is your name?

Road of the Coffee Run for Sanity.

Road of Exercise of the Lost Cause.

Road of Laugh of the Irish Heart.

 

In the disrupted world, what is your name?

Road of Fall from the Steep Cliff.

Road of Spontaneous Burst of the Wind.

Road of Cry of the Lonely Spirit.

 

The measured life is sometimes boring

Its safe and repetitive

Throwing caution to the wind

Well, what would you expect?

 

Rosaleen Crowley

 

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