Poetry: Adopt A Highway

Years pass and your appeal begins to fade

Your skin sags and cracks and no band aid

Will fix the neglect shed upon you

And no one is there to help

Your pockmarked body, so fragile, easy to harm,

Like when you were first laid in the crook of my arm

Can no longer be healed with quick fixes

But they don’t see that

You are kept barely alive, slowly degrading

Weathered and worn, with colors fading

But they just paint over you to keep you

Looking healthy on the surface

But Underneath the facade is internal decay

Holes and tunnels caused by age eating away

At what was once a steady foundation beneath

Baby soft skin that everyone adored.

You have been abandoned, there are newer roads

Leading to the same direction, carrying heavier loads

Without life lessons or years of experience

On your loquacious, littered highway

But it all comes down to the money and the budget

And if you will survive another cut, they just let

You rot away for a few more years

Until you are no longer their problem

And when you are finally dead and buried under

Gravel and dirt, you’ll be replaced by another

With the same hopeless future beginning with

Baby soft skin that everyone adores.