Road+Poem

Life is like a Road. My Road reminds Me of my Papa’s Street leading to His house in Wisconsin. You turn Right. You go up this steep hill. The road curves left. The road curves right. It always seemed that Somedays the road turns Seemed sharp and Somedays the road turns were smooth. Just like somedays it seems like I have good good days and somedays I have bad days. Roads never stop. They can be under construction and somedays your road will seem perfect.