Life

I need you to follow this road,
A bumpy one in fact,
If you help me out,
We can make a pact.

This road I call life,
Has many routs,
Some bad, some good,
But almost all make us pout.

So pick one,
That suites you,
That you can handle,
You can't loose.

Make a pact,
And group together,
Take a rest,
One after another.

by Robert Hall

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Comments (3)

Again great work. Keep up the good work. Jesus loves you and your family, never forget that.
So simple but its has so much meaning into it...great work
Excellent once more, Robert! I, myself, think that pout fits best with the idea of the poem. I like the original word.