THE ROAD BACK
H. W. Bryce
After a tragedy, after your fall,
The advice is cliché to be sure,
But so is the road to the trouble.
It’s Human Nature, and it has its flaws.
There are potholes on the road back,
But not so deep we can’t climb back;
There is the sky to keep our eye on
As incentive to keep us on track.
See? Already you are near the top,
Climb over the rim and walk on,
Sing a new song. Can’t sing?
Sing anyway, just don’t you stop.
Setbacks? We all get setbacks,
We all get them from time to time.
They come and they go, and just because.
Human Nature has its lacks. Sometimes it cracks.
For we are but Human and we have our flaws,
We make our mistakes, and we carry our scars.
Sometimes our troubles arrise from Free Will,
When ego gets ahead of Self with its claws.
The road back is bumpy, it twists, and it turns,
We lose our way and our hearts sorely yearn
To be released from our troubles and woes,
To be ripped from the thorns, be given a rose.
Yes, the road back is arduous and long.
We must atone for what we have done wrong,
We must earn our way back to your hearts,
Find a way to earn the right to belong.
Perhaps you will find that one little change
Can alter your life in a very big way,
Learn how to give instead of to take,
To give the Other his choice, his own fair chance.
Being back may not be perfection,
But it will be accepted with affection,
Faux pas and sins can be forgiven
For repentence on the road, no longer driven.
See? Already you are at the top,
Climb over the rim and walk on,
Sing a new song. Can’t sing?
Sing anyway, just don’t you stop.
There are potholes on the road back,
But not so deep we can’t climb back;
There is the sky to keep our eye on
As incentive to keep us on track.
And Human Nature carries its scars.
