Gravel Road.

Gravel Road.

When I was a boy down on the farm
barely out of my mother's arms.
I'd stand at the gate an wonder
what lay at the other end of the gravel road.

Sitting all day in the old school room
steering out the window till I went home.
Watching the buses leaving
for whatever lay at the other end of the gravel road.

I grew older both feet hit the ground
grabbed my case an headed for the four O'clock Greyhound.
Getting some of what lay at the other end of the gravel road.

Met a girl an became a daddy
got a good job in an auto factory - but the factory closed.
That's the way it goes at the other end of the gravel road.

Lost my house an they took my car
my wife went home to her Mar 'n' Pa - an she took the kids.
That's the way it is at the other end of the gravel road.

I grew wiser though it knocked me to the ground
grabbed my case an headed for the four O'clock greyhound.
Had enough of what lay at the other end of the gravel road.

Now I'm back and I'm bruised n broken
the judge's words have all been spoken.
I stand at the gate an wonder, what I did wrong at the other end of the gravel road.

This old farm never looked so good
feel more at home than I dreamed I could.
An the whole damned world can stay, at the other end of the gravel road.

Note. The song that came from this poem can be listened to on youtube at
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odFvXF6tDWA