Poems about home - 041310g On My Way Home

041310g On My Way Home - Poem by Manonton Dalan

parking lot clear, sailors gone
accompanying deep blue sea
vendors would wait for more
their love ones wait as well
still they are lucky; steady job
on this area, a lot doesn't have

pot holes, it's obstacle course
some are deep it rattles your teeth
they patch it but because of rain
in few days it surely disentigrate
i would have to drive carefully
i can't afford a broken car or injury