Driving Through Life Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The more I think about life everyday,
it reminds me of all the miles I traveled,
down backroads, and interstate highways.

We ride sooth and easy, through some days,
then a detour appears,
we have to reroute our directions, and ways.

Cruising through some days we have control, and a grip that's tight,
other days were sloppy, and everything we do,
slides back and forth, to the left, or right.

Some day's we can go through hours, long and hard,
some we hesitate, time moves slow,
all of our energy, is gone.

We never know what new sights,
we will see at the beginning of a day,
some full of new visions,
others the same old scenery, in everyway.

Often were fast, and finish,
our plans, before our scheduled time,
somedays we are passed by others, and left running behind.

We travel through times, relaxed and everything works right,
then suddenly, we are stopped, our life instantly changes,
and we get so uptight.

Our vehicles, will only run for so many miles, and days,
sooner or later, our lives will end,
our bodies, will break down and lay.