The Road Not Taken Poem by Martin Greyford

Somebody said;
You only hate the road
When you are missing home.

I guess that could be true.

The road had barely forgotten me
I have not taken it
For a decade now
Though it only seem like yesterday.

So many things have changed
The arrangements of willow trees,
The tarmarks and pavements-

I don't know where I have been
For me not to see all these
Things being done
And
I don't know how it is feeling
Right now;

Knowing it was the only way
To and fro home.

One thing I am sure off
It doesn't care
If I am wearing shoes
Or I am bare footed;

Whether I am driving or
I am riding a bike.

Or maybe I am running or
I am taking a walk -

The only thing it cares -
I've used it in a while.