The Wheels on the Bus

There is always a middle to a tootsie roll
and a break in the road as to pay a toll,
always an end to a really good song
or time on a date for something to go wrong.

Winds will always blow,
earthquakes will always quake.
There will always be promises
and bones to break.

The sun will wane and the sky will fall,
babies and weeds will grow lustrous and tall.
Love will come to be wisped away,
to nest in your heart but never to stay.

Relationships will fail and hearts will be broken,
apologies will be thought but never be spoken.
Grandparents will die, and so will mom and dad,
memories will be lost of all the times that we had.

Some will stand tall while others will cower
to the immoral lures and temptations of power.
Politicians will lie and no doubt will others,
to parents and friends, sisters and brothers.

Friends come and go but family is forever,
people always change but never for the better.
The ones with the money will always wear the crown,
as the wheels on the bus go round and round.