Cross On The Side Of The Road


All I know is
His name was Clyde
It was painted on the cross
At the place where he died.

I couldn't help but wonder
How old he was that day -
Or what caused the accident
That took his life away.

I wondered about his family -
If he had a wife and kids;
Or if his parents were the first
To know that he'd been killed.

I wondered if he went to church
And if he had been saved;
I wondered if too many drinks
Had taken him to his grave.

I see so many such crosses
All along the roads I drive
But that one keeps haunting me -
And all I know is his name was Clyde.

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