The broad road, has many pleasures, illuminating the way for those out at play.
The glimmer, the glamour.
The flashing lights and those danced filled day's.
Pleasure galore and great ecstasy.
This road a good one, and hard to let go.
But as time drifts by.
And the body grows old.
The  road  is empty.
And there's no pleasures to fill this void.