50 years ago
01-11-2005, 01:17 AM
poetry isn't even my first love...here goes
Life is a bitter hole
that's hard to ascend
and it always take it's toll
on your way to the end
but in your road of life
there are detours to take
to escape the daily strife
full of frustration and ache
One day when I had been lost
I asked God for direction
"I know you died on the cross
but I need some more protection
See the detour I took just before
was beautiful and enchanced my trip
But I feel that on this life's tour
those events were merely a blip
Can you point me to the road
to lead me to the right destination?"
And I took what came next as an ode
He had plans for his creation
For after a mile of traveling east
I recognized my future was bright
I escaped the road of the beast
the sign read "Alece: next right"
Life is a bitter hole
that's hard to ascend
and it always take it's toll
on your way to the end
but in your road of life
there are detours to take
to escape the daily strife
full of frustration and ache
One day when I had been lost
I asked God for direction
"I know you died on the cross
but I need some more protection
See the detour I took just before
was beautiful and enchanced my trip
But I feel that on this life's tour
those events were merely a blip
Can you point me to the road
to lead me to the right destination?"
And I took what came next as an ode
He had plans for his creation
For after a mile of traveling east
I recognized my future was bright
I escaped the road of the beast
the sign read "Alece: next right"