The road of life can bump you off path.
Lead you down a one way crooked street.
You can feel the potholes.
And the same obstacles haunt you at the end.
Or later on life, which ever comes first.
You can drive for a million miles.
Then it only feeling like you just started.
Or you can start off at a high speed.
And end up slow, in a pinto, not a vette.
But you can have all you want in the pinto.
And fell left out in the vette.
Somedays you'll even think.
When do the potholes end and road begins.
You have to recognize the road of life.
Before you are through with all the strife.
