Curtis Johnson Poet Prose Poetry

The Way

The Way
By Curtis Johnson

One wet and cloudy day I was in the way
Until someone shouted, “get out the way!”

Mr. 9 to 5  got real tired just the other day.
He emailed an old friend simply to say;
Someday I am going to find away without delay;
To get away and find a place to hide away.

Mr. 9 to 5, who lives up the street not far away,
 Said one day, “my house, I would love to give away,
and pack up my things and move far away.”
Then Mrs. 9 to 5 said, “no way, put him away.”

Mr. and Mrs. 9 to 5’s kids want to all run away.
They want to stay away, because Mr. 9 to 5 says,
It’s going to be his way or the long highway.
So all the kids got upset  one day and ran away.

We all get upset at times and don’t know which way.
I remember Jesus said one time, “I’m the way.”
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