An Endless Road

An Endless Road It's a pity I now know As sadly down road do go For I am a restless breed. Looks like long road back And way is dark and black With sin, lust and greed. Bad times appear to be plenty And hardships seem so many Sadness see each and every day. For me, nothing is in store And I will surely die poor Quietly I just did pass away. Finally found peace at last But was not from the past Seemed like one big, bad dream. A smile in water now wear With no worry or any care Found face down in a stream. I wrote this when I was fourteen back in 1955. My son Jamie Horn was found face down in a stream on August 27, 2005 on our 39th wedding anniversary. He was fishing that morning and that is all we know about him. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran