I took that road with just one glance
Really didn't have no choice
Started my tour with that special prance
Hoping, knowing, I would rejoice

It was a journey with at the end
The vistas out of my dreams
Round and round I went ev'ry bend
Sure of a top, where it gleams

It was a journey of roundabouts
A trip to dreamed of delights
Outcome certain, with no doubts
Offering me the greatest heights

Heights I got, mark my word
Even half-way, far below the top
Climbing sometimes did hurt
But after all I was out to crop

When it was done, over and out
Looking down I lost my nerves
Clasped my heart, stifled a shout
Stricken by those beautiful curves

Frans Tooten, is a Father of 2, Husband of 1, Profession no. 13. He has for some years now been trying to make a living by writing. The commercial side is foremost, but in-between he love's to write the short stories and lyrics. Humor is a tool he likes to use most often. Don't we all like to have a laugh or two? It's good for your intestines. Moreover, he thinks Life is a joke, even when you feel it as a yoke.. Back to Table of Contents