THE HITCHHIKER

The hitchhiker desperately waved his thumb,

yet,

the truck whisked by,

it had more important things to do.

The hitchhiker dejectedly picked up his bag

and trudged north,

towards his dream,

along a deserted, abandoned dirt road.

Maybe a car or a truck, inan hour

or two,

if he’s lucky.

A glimmer of hope

on

the

horizon.

Isn’t it like that for all of us?