Ok, be kind! I was playing around with rhyme schemes, but this may be appropriate to those struggling, too.
If the road to ruin, or highway to hell is paved, as they say
With good intentions, perhaps when the time comes, if it ever
Does to turn around and return to the path that is better
There are no shortcuts. Each previously laid lump of concrete
Or whatever was used to make the road must be cast away,
Dug up and thrown to the way-side, and you must endeavour
To fill the hole with good deeds, because with each step a debt or
Promise was implicit, and must be remitted to complete
The return journey. Little wonder that few can comprehend,
Let alone finish the homeward journey, but precious few know
That you don't need to. You'll find that regardless of where you end,
You'll be met, and what matters is does your back or face show?
