We Walk This Road But Once
We walk this road but once in life.
There is no stopping us once we're here—
until the road we travel ends, and then
a piece of us continues—
on another road
that we can't know—until
the road we're on has ended.
We come this way but once.
It is always the first time—
on whatever road we travel.
It is always the first time—
on whatever road we walk.
Next time we walk a road,
may we be gently reminded
we've walked other roads before.
But on this road,
we shall walk but once.
Copyright © Don Iannone | Year Posted 2024
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