Open Road

We stand against time

And life flies past us

 We drive down the highway

Hoping death doesn’t pull us over

But we can’t avoid him

Even if he by chance misses us

He won’t miss the grandpa

Slowing down in front

 Before we know it

We are slowing down ourselves

And we too reach our destination

And death has hold of us

But death isn’t scary

As we once thought him

He takes us by the hand

And gently guides us

Instead of flying down life’s highway

We stroll down deaths lane

We can breathe easy

And be at peace

As we let him take the lead