Not as Advertised
I didn’t sign up
For this lousy trip.
First Class was promised –
“Third Class” says my ticket.
Sunny skies predicted;
It’s started to storm.
Lots of companions?
Not at all; I’m forlorn.
Friendly co-travelers?
Instead I get abuse.
A smooth, easy road?
I say, “What’s the use?”
But on the horizon
I now see a sign —
The blue skies are coming,
The happier times.
The road — It’s what you make it;
The load — It can be shared.
The weather? You can take it.
Rain or sun? — Just be prepared.
Companions or foes –
Could it be my choice?
Just listen as you travel
And hear a still, small voice.