For Whom The Toll Booth Tolls Poem by Ted Sheridan

The futility in going nowhere should lead
One to contrary conclusions of turning around
I have been going nowhere for some time
Chosen roads like interstates bloated with traffic
All empty crowed places of promise and pleasantry
With lying signs controlling every turn along the way
Truth purveyors and predators of justice hiding
Behind concealments of concrete and greenery
Fulfilling the many quotas of our short but fast life
Ticketing us with radar speed checks and leaving
The morality of conviction to the Department Of Human Resources
Going nowhere....once appealed to me in my youth
The slow side of forty..... and in the distance a speedy seventy
Years that lingered like retirement condos and golf carts
Along the way
I drove hot cars and fast women......
I took them as far as they would go....
The unfortunate truths of my youth
stare at me in my eye's rearview mirror
There is futility in going nowhere
because I never wanted to grow old.......