August 17, 2010

Day 225 - Must Turn Left

Must Turn Left
Destruction leaves a foul taste
Amongst perfect homes and offices
All is rigidly encased
So when nothing seems quite right
We choose to cut and paste

Red on white, with black and yellow
Almost like that old warning
We were told during a snake show
When we were quite young
Something we did need to know'

About how the world turns out
When age gets the best of us
Regardless if we go on and pout
Goodbyes still creep up too fast
Forcing us onto that new route
No promises that it will last

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