The Road of Life

The road of life has potholes, cracks,
Misleading signs and ruts.
We must accept the things it lacks –
No ifs, no ands, no buts.

The ride is rarely smooth and yet
Our journey moves ahead
With detours making us forget
The route we’d planned instead.

We travel ‘til our exit looms,
A fate we can’t avoid
Despite the fact that one assumes
There’s much we have enjoyed.

Repair crews never fix this road
So everyone must hit
The bumps that make our lives implode
At least a little bit.