A Long and Winding Road
Life is a long and winding road,
Mine follows no design or plan.
Encumbered by its heavy load,
I plod along as best I can.
No star or compass for a guide,
The far horizon is my quest.
No place to stop or long abide
Or crawl inside awhile to rest.
Other travelers pass me by,
Some nod or wave, some pay no heed.
Some veer away when I draw nigh,
And so imply no time, no need.
When I've no more time or mind to spend,
When all I've had to say is said,
What prize will I find at the end,
And will it be worth the toll I've paid?
This weary road goes on and on,
So many miles since it began.
Around the bend ahead, it's gone,
Still on I plod as best I can.
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