Poem: A Road Song For Oscar

You wouldn’t listen to me today.

You couldn’t hear anything I said.

Caught up in your own world, we walked the distance that was more than enough for you.

I could tell you were through even before you could.

That’s never your job and always a part of mine.

It’s also my job to pick myself up, and you too, dust us off, keep going no matter how sore.

You were di…