The Bus of Life

 

Hop up onto the bus of life
There`s room enough for a short ride
When we are young, we`re at the front
We steer, give gas and speed over the bumps

We are the ones that give directions
Left or  right at the next intersection
Over the roads of life we cajole
On through the decades we continue to roll

But someday the bus of life slows down
Your brow is furrowed with a frown
For you are now only a passenger
With wrinkled eyes and greying hair

Others drive the bus today
Over the hills and far away
And with every year that passes by
You reminisce with a wistful sigh

One day  when the bus slows down
And creeps so slowly out of town
You will be sitting at the very back
As you ride along the furrowed Track

That leads you to your last destiniation
The end of Life, the final station

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