Poetry

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Did you ever travel down a road, thinking you would find,
A place where all the streets are gold and no one's keepin' time?

Well I was traveling down a road, where me first was the way
and every selfish turn I took, the signs would always say;

Grab the gusto while you can, no place for second best,
Pay your taxes, then you die, just like all the rest.

Right then I saw the hopelessness, of where this road was bound,
and prayed for just another chance, a chance to turn around.

Then up ahead a sign that read, if you're the one who prayed.
You're authorized to turn around, a U-Turn can be made.

So through the median I went, as fast as I could go,
Headin' back the other way, with signs I've come to know;

The truth, the life, the only way, the saved, the saints, the free,
Signs I'd only heard about, but now directed me.

So if you travel down this road, here's what you will find;
A place where all the streets are gold, and no one's keepin' time.


©1998 William Heffner

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