The Weary Wagon Wheel

Testo:

© Grathy
The Weary Wagon Wheel
Vocals and lyrics by Mary McGrath
Copyright 2/21/22-All rights reserved

You and your siblings,

Fractured over 

The demise of your mother,


Each of you, splintered spokes

Blaming one another

For not pulling a fair share 

Of the wagon’s weight.

Look at the spent hub of the family,

Your mother,

As she feebly tries

To keep you all together.

But can’t you see that

That she is spent,

The wood of her frame whittled,

Parched and dry,

Bleached from too many years in the sun,

Warped from wheeling through deep rivers,

Torrential streams that have drained her,

That have pulled her sideways for years.

As you all continue roll along,

Her weak carriage hobbles forward,

Still trying to meander down

These broken roads.

She is quiet

As she continues to circle

Around all of you

Over and over,


Her loud silence of suffering

As you all continue to squabble,
Squeaking at one another

With your weakened joints

As if nothing has happened.

Still pretending that the wheel is round

But you can’t see 

That the axle is also cracked,

Soon it will fly apart and

The entire carriage will

Tumble to the ground.