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The Highway of Life

From the day of birth,we are so innocent and fair, With nothing on our minds, no troubles no cares. Learning to talk was a major deaster, For no one could tell exactly what was the matter. We cry and we screem ,to show we are in pain, They dont seem to understand and we though that was mean. So of to the doctors we went that day, Only to have the doctor tell Mom im ok. Learning to walk got me bumps and bruses, But its what we must do ,im sure no one chouses. Climbing up the stairs , got me in trouble, On the way down, i wished i were in a bubble. After mastering that feat , it was off to school, Because my mom said im not raising no fool. In grade one i had a hard time with girls, They would walk up to me and flick thier curls. Things start to look up as i got older, But you know those girls only got bolder. They made me laugh,and they made me cry, Some made me happy and filled with joy. Then came love and next was marriage, Two years time i was pushing a baby carriage. Going back over my trials of life, I knew my baby girl was in for a long fight. But its the highway we all must travel, In order to get to this level. My little girl will be doing this one day, Ill be in heaven watching her in every way. You see im much older and dont have a lot of time, To watch my two baby girls grow up and look so fine. God is calling me to another life, But he said on this highway ,there will be no strife. Your fears and your troubles will all go away, When you take this highway ,your with me to stay. They will come joing you when its thier time, But for now they must follow thier own minds. So if you have kids , guide them with care, They will grow up with nothing to fear. Teach them right from wrong each day. For the HIGHWAY OF LIFE isent always what they say.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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