Time traveler

the road of days
long and wide,
some folks intersect it
others run and hide,
seeing people
come my way,
some will leave me
some will stay,
human highway
passing by,
touch my hand
catch my eye,
they look at me
and then we part,
each one guards
a wounded heart,
somewhere someone
moves along,
who knows my tune
who sings my song.

1985