Thursday

This Lane Ends


Every highway has a sign,
directing to and fro.
Warning us of the hazards,
in all the places we must go.

Merge right, one sign says,
while another, warns of weather ahead.
All signs are for the living,
it's now too late for the dead.

No more passing, along the way,
to go as fast as you choose!
Yield, is now the sign,
and Yield is your clue.

Dead End, coming up!
A warning this lane will end.
Last warning on a highway,
filled with accidents and sin.

There is still time to change your lane,
and yet, begin again.
But know this my friends,
this lane will surely end!

 

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