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Click hereSpeed-bumps on a Gravel Road
My house is on a gravel road
and as each car goes by
there follows such a cloud of dust
it almost makes me cry
I called the man who keeps the road
to ask what might be done
he said he could pave the road
but that would cost a ton
He said that he would think a while
and come up with a plan
but that would cost more money
for a gravel fixing man
And so they bought more gravel
and dumped it here and there
the drivers has to zig and zag
and some began to swear
And so the traffic slowed way down
almost to a crawl
There were no more clouds of dust
but it started quite a brawl
The ziggers and the zaggers
just could not agree
on where to zig and where to zag
so they started blaming me
They asked me why I did complain
about the dusty air
It would be so simple
if you just move out of there
It is not my fault, I said
for it was not my plan
I'm not the one who chose to hire
that gravel fixing man
And so the man that keeps the road
smoothed out all the lumps
he moved the gravel into rows
and created the speed-bumps
All the traffic still moved slow
but noone seemed to care
The dusty clouds forever gone
replaced by nice clean air
When I was young
my life was like a brand new interstate
divided, paved, and oh so smooth
The driving then was great
But over time, there seemed to be
more traffic in the way
but that was not so bad, I thought
there's nothing much to say
But then the interstate was closed
I took another road
The traffic there was slower
we each had a heavy load
As life went on, some holes appeared
the road was getting bad
Each one I hit.. it jarred my bones
and I was getting sad
The pavement soon was gone
the road now dirt and gravel
no longer smooth and easy
it was getting hard to travel
Now as I look up ahead
it's hard to find my way
each mile a little harder
new challenges each day
I feel that I might lose my way
it's getting dark and cold
so hard to see the road ahead
I'm feeling very old
I need someone to light the way
until I see the end
I can complete life's journey
with the help of my dear friend