"Woke up this morning, we're ready to roll
Won't take a highway demanding a toll
After checking the map, we throw it away
Don't know where we'll be at the end of the day
Maybe we'll find a quiet country inn
Or an infamous hideaway shrouded in sin
An old farmer's market, a small town's big fest
We stop when we're tired and in need of some rest
We eat in quaint diners, we explore the unknown
We traverse the trails that are long over grown
Our guide is the sunlight and the shadows of night
We follow the path of an eagle in flight
The things we have seen and adventures we share
Assures that retirement doesn't come with a care
We're anxious and eager to jump in our car
To follow the path of life's far away star"
Patricia Parker, helium.com
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