My life is like a dead- end street
Having no new roads to try
My road is full of chuckholes
Seems I'm always falling behind.
Maybe someday, though
My life will change
Maybe men will come
And fix my road
To make it free
Of all it's chuckholes.
Make it a highway
Or at least lead to other roads
And then maybe I can come out,
Find a new road
Follow it to where it leads
And who knows
What I might find---
Maybe a new life, or could it be
To another dead end road?
Notice that she writes "Maybe MEN will come and fix my road". How is that working for us?
Take care of yourself and vote for the right women.
Millie
www.milliebianco.com