Life is a street we walk down,

Along its weathered stones we tread.

First naked then later in a wedding gown,

Uncertain of the challenges ahead.

There are changes of pace and detours,

But no guidance from any satellite.

Accosted by the beggars and the troubadours,

Uncertain where we’ll lay our heads tonight.

It’s a one-way street we’re walking on,

We can deviate but we can’t turn back,

As the battery drains the phone we’re

talking on

Gradually fades to black.

There are failures and there are successes,

Threats and opportunities side-by-side,

Emphatic ‘no’s’ mingle with subtle ‘yesses’,

Every emotion imaginable on this ride.

Some of it’s a backstreet, some a mere track,

Some is paved with nails, some with gold.

Head looks forward, heart looks back,

Linger in Youngtown, there’s nothing

for you in Old.

Life is a street we walk down,

Between its battered kerbs we go on,

First in green country later in tough town,

Uncertain of how far we’ve gone.

There are enemies at every intersection,

There are friends there too, but

which is which?

The lights change and thoughts of

introspection

End up in the ditch.

We’re not the first to make this journey,

We may feel like Columbus but we’re not,

We can’t consult the guidebook or hire

an attorney,

We have a head on our shoulders, that’s

the lot.

Life is a street we walk down,

Every day we face the next bend, thankful

to be alive,

Whatever’s around it, headstone or crown,

We’ll let you know about it when we arrive.