As I walk along this road of life
I often think about who I am?
reminiscing of all the bad and strife
then suddenly the breaks I slam
there I stand and as I smile
remembering almost every mile
my aches and grief last just a while
joyful memories stacked in a pile
no matter on which roads I’ve crossed
the life I’ve led has been my best
the bad times I have gladly tossed
my gentle soul can surely rest.