At the End of the Road

by R.S. Jacobs

Destiny awaits at the end of the road,

Where things look like they’re the worst they can be and

Difficult happens to be the only mode.

The sign says “dead-end,” and your mind starts to bend,

And you think the world has just come to its end.

The child that moved to a town far away,

Who lost her friends by the end of the day,

Wishes it had all gone some other way.

Her daddy left and her mother needs work,

And the neighbor boy next door is a jerk.

She just wants someone; a friend that won’t shirk.

She’s confused by religious litany.

She  just needs a simple epiphany:

That somewhere out there is her destiny.

Destiny awaits at the end of the road,

Where things look like they’re the worst they can be and

Difficult happens to be the only mode.

The sign says “dead-end,” and your mind starts to bend,

And you think the world has just come to its end.

The boy who left his parents and sibs,

And his old life in a number of cribs,

To get his own life ‘fore someone called dibs.

He started over with barely a thing;

Just some threads, some cash, and his dad’s blessing.

He longs to give his one sweet girl a ring.

He started fresh with few things to impart,

But one little ring and his beating heart.

He’s okay, ’cause destiny ain’t costly like art.

Destiny awaits at the end of the road,

Where things look like they’re the worst they can be and

Difficult happens to be the only mode.

The sign says “dead-end,” and your mind starts to bend,

And you think the world has just come to its end.

The young woman who’s out on her own;

She’s kinda poor but she’s not alone.

She lives with her friends and pays off her loans.

She’s paid to take flak from those hungry snobs,

Surrounded by noise till her headache throbs.

No one sees when she breaks down into sobs.

Her hope is for her prince to save her day.

Life is here waiting for his lips to say

That her destiny is right on its way.

Destiny awaits at the end of the road,

Where things look like they’re the worst they can be and

Difficult happens to be the only mode.

The sign says “dead-end,” and your mind starts to bend,

And you think the world has just come to its end.

But the road is changing, so hold on tight.

Don’t quit just because you can’t see the light.

Your greatest day is always after night.

From the lonely girl to the college guy,

And the young woman living on the fly;

From the son at war to those who might die:

The end might seem like it’s written in code,

And things look like omens with ill to bode,

But destiny’s at the end of the road.

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