The Road
Where we go the road is very rough
To survive we must be very tough
Do not expect the barriers to ease
The upward climb is not designed to please
There are trials and troubles along the way
Exasperating situations every day
But we can not turn our back and run
Nor sit down and say our work is done
The temptation to stop is very strong
At times the road seems just too long
We travel it seems at snails pace
And we never seem to get any place
Somewhere I'm sure the road will end
We will travel around the final bend
There we will rest the tired and weary bones
Thankful that we did not walk alone
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