Each brick was like a piece of my life. They could be fresh and clean, like the dreams of my youth.
Then there were those replaced like the beliefs and prayers of a child, as the years take their toll.
The old and the worn, a pungent sign of my life ahead.
I walked and later drove that prophetic and loved road a thousand times in those long gone days.
Even through the experiences and trials of life, I will still travel that old rd. in my mind forever.
I will always see each brick with a clarity that only the old can see with, when looking back on fond memories of their youth.
Each and every brick stood out to mark life's accomplished or failed dreams.
That part of my life is long past, and my brick rd. is no more, replaced with the new, for new dreams.
The blacktop stands in stark depth as a sign to what life has become.
I'll never forget or love more ,any traveled paths or places I've been ,as I love each brick and memory of my beautiful "Old Falls Road".
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