Old rickety road
Where do you go
Does anyone travel your way
There's pot holes on the side
Bet people may wonder why
No one comes along and gives you a better day
I guess it's true
We're all getting old to
Nothing ever seems to stay the same
So I'll pray for you
Please pray for me too
Until we all meet up in that heavenly parade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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