Life's Roads

March 2, 1983

Life's Roads

1.    The road can be rough in this difficult world,

       I know for I've seen some of it,

       life's like a puzzle of hundreds of pieces,

       and success means they all have to fit.

2.    A piece may be missing, and may be the one,

       that keeps us from getting ahead,

       it could be the block to financial success,

       and lead us a life running deep in the red.

3.    It could be a piece to learning thats lost,

       and like a stairs with a step not there,

       its no problem to climb empty-handed,

       but not with a load that is all we can bear.

4.    Maybe a piece of contentment in love,

       is the piece we can't seem to find,

       and hours we frantically search for it,

       is time that drives us out of our mind.

5.    Maybe its family we cant piece together,

       as we struggle to make it all fit,

       though that piece is bound to be there,

       somehow we've not found it yet.

6.    Should a piece of the puzzle be patience,

       how large, or how small will it be,

       how little is to little, or large is to large,

       what is the right portion for me?

7.    Why the disappointments, or hurt in one life,

       while another so carefree, and gay,

       could it be a predestinate plan,

       or just the fall of the cards, as some say.

8.    So we walk the fences of life, like an animal,

       frustrated and failing, to see,

       the way out of the fenced-in inclosure,

       is just ahead, where the gate's swinging free.

9.    Why do we stumble, and grope, as in darkness,

       in our lives, like the middle of night,

       is a piece of faith what our puzzle is needing,

       to bring it together, and make it fit right.

10.    Will it matter how much was accomplished,

       in a life, and in what sort of way,

       will a tally be totaled on a scorecard,

       on a talked about, great judgment day.

11.   Could there be but one life, and thats here,

       and whether we stand or we fall,

       no record is kept of our doing,

       and the grave marks the end of it all.

12.   Or is it fact, one day we will find,

       the grave, no way, is life's goal,

       and accounts from lives in this world,

       determining what becomes of each soul?

13.   Is there a definite line that divides,

       and a right, or wrong, path we can choose

       and at the end of the road, a posting,

       of whether we win, or we lose.

14.   I suggest we prepare for a life,

       beyond this world, and this one,

       and not risk an eternal weeping,

       when our short span of lie here is done.