Other than my grandmother's obit, the oldest of my writings that I can still find. Written sometime in the mid 70's when, to a young and inexperianced mind, it seemed like the world was ending and I was feeling appropriately sorry for myself.
Blowout on the Road to Ever After
Thought the road was clear
Thought the tank was full
Thought we were crusin'
between the lines
Thought we were in high gear
Thought the ring was ours to pull
Thought our forever yours
was forever mine.
Then we had a blowout
on the journey of love.
My world wobbling across the lanes
Life out of control and I'm screamin'
Headin' for the wall, loosin' my brains
and the devil's eye is gleamin'
Things are shredding
Love morphing to bitter rancor
Waste of a wedding
Lost my anchor
We've had a blowout on the journey of love
and there's no spare
Now it's a long walk to nowhere.
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