Bumpy Rocky Roads Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Young people fed that life is easy,
To live it as they please...
Come to speed bumps.
And run from them some begin to weep.

These young folks with their hands held,
Grow up provoked.
These young folks with their hands held,
Aren't told it to know...
Speed bumps are realities.
Speed bumps are there and from them wont leave.

So the young learn to knock their heads up,
Against bricks.
With wishes to find quick fixes,
That will numb their minds to forget...
Realities that exist they can't just dismiss.

Bumpy rocky roads,
The young refuse to take them.
Those bumpy rocky roads,
Many think they can replace...
Never having them to face.

Bumpy rocky roads,
The young refuse to take them.
Those bumpy rocky roads,
Many think they can replace,
Never in their lives to face.

These young folks with their hands held,
Grow up provoked.
These young folks with their hands held,
Aren't told it to know...
Speed bumps are realities,
On roads they will find from them aren't going to leave.

Bumpy rocky roads,
The young refuse to take them.
Those bumpy rocky roads,
Will slow their roll.

Bumpy rocky roads have their speed bumps.
And the young aren't told roads are not paved with gold.