on the road to lake tahoe
The man was filled with shadow,
the land was bathed in sun.The afternoon was waning,
the man was on the run.He had to get to Reno,
his future there to find.He had to get to Reno,
before he changed his mind.If life is but a gamble,
and each is dealt one hand,
he had to get to Reno
to play his one-man band.Truth may prove elusive,
old beer may lose its fizz,
but a man who leaves his shadow
can change his was
to is.
My father, ever the poet.