The Road of Life

The road of life has potholes, cracks, Misleading signs and ruts. We must accept the things it lacks – No ifs, no ands, no buts. The ride is rarely smooth and yet Our journey moves ahead With detours making us forget The route we’d planned instead. We travel ‘til our exit looms, A fate we can’t avoid Despite the fact that one assumes There’s much we have enjoyed. Repair crews never fix this road So everyone must hit The bumps that make our lives implode At least a little bit.