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Life’s Journey For Mr. Crow
Poor old Mr. Crow slowly walking down the road
you can’t use your wings because you’ve gotten too old
You got blisters on your feet and it gives you the blues
never understood why birds had no shoes
Cars and trucks keep passing you by
throwing dust in your face and making you cry
You hold your head low with broken pride
if only you had thumbs you could hitch a ride
Just hang in there old friend
Life’s journey is just around the bend
You’ll make it to heaven and life will be complete
with a new pair of wings and clouds for those old tired feet
John Gabriel ©
