Throw your phone down a cobblestone road
A liberating rush reverberates
The thrill of rugged rockon plastic
A joy impossible to relate
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This poem takes the reader back in time. I remember reading classics from Victorian era and I was intrigued by the atmosphere...the coaches, the carriages, the street lamps n all that. You have put the theme of existence in beautiful imagery. A coach ride as a metaphor for life is a great idea. Let the jostling ride bounce you awake....of course life is not always a smooth journey but the jerks should wake us to reality n we must learn from them rather than regret. Enjoyed reading it very much.
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This poem takes the reader back in time. I remember reading classics from Victorian era and I was intrigued by the atmosphere...the coaches, the carriages, the street lamps n all that. You have put the theme of existence in beautiful imagery. A coach ride as a metaphor for life is a great idea. Let the jostling ride bounce you awake....of course life is not always a smooth journey but the jerks should wake us to reality n we must learn from them rather than regret. Enjoyed reading it very much.