Last Exit for Love
By Leslie Thomson •
(For Sheila)
Lost on life’s highway,
Down some lonely turnpike,
Where she found herself
In the middle of nowhere.
After many wrong turnings
Leading to dead endings
Of failed hopes
And false intendings
Lost,
Hopelessly lost
Driving down the endless miles
Of the years.
Weary at the wheel,
Tired of ceaselessly driving
Through day and through night
With no rest stops in sight.
North, south, east, west;
Turning endlessly,
On some hell-like cloverleaf,
Trying to find the right turnoff
Then just in time,
Saw the sign flashing above,
Sharply turned the wheel
And took the last exit for love.
Now the drive is pleasant
The sun dapples through the
Tree-lined avenues of her heart,
Leading to her chosen destination,
Foot on the gas, no hesitation;
She heads for a bright future,
Just over the horizon.
At last,
At long last,
She is going home.