But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
Robert Frost
Promises kept or
broken as the miles disappear
in the rear view mirror.
Time to sleep approaches.
Distances are
closer
than they
appear.
I love the spirit of this poem, and its juxtapositions! Thank you.
I love how this moves. Wonderful.
LOVE this – how compact it is, how true. Powerful.
Especially
Promises kept or/broken as the miles disappear
and
Distances are/closer/than they/appear.
Thank you!
It all goes so fast.