Pictures and Roads

I don’t have any pictures They were all lost long ago Somewhere… Down one of the many roads I traveled when I was young When I think about it There is a pain That seems to run through me A pain of deep sadness That makes me wish I could see All of the things I left behind The faces of lovers and friends The many places where I lived And this beautiful land That I seen go by As I traveled on the roads Somehow, as I grew old These memories of mine That I have been keeping Have all become cloudy Out of focus and jumbled together So much so, that when I rock On this old porch chair Thinking back to a time When I traveled by thumb To all the places I have ever been All those places That I had taken pictures of Places, I had lost along the way On all those roads I once knew To growing old