Patches, patches of old and new cement

Throughout my travels that always seems the same

Not just patches on roads

Patches on peoples clothes

Patches that make up a person

A new patch is a new experience

A new memory

A new story to be told

I guess patches are everywhere

They make up the side of a falling building

Patches of snow on rusty colored leaves

Patches in that old car that I traveled in, that car that took me places

That car that traveled on the patched up bumpy roads

That car that held so many patched up people

People of different stories, made up of tons of patches