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