Pass This Way

We shall not pass this way again Spoke the old man to his friend, For many lives, we have known And many children, we've seen grown. As you walk a path, but one time And though it seems the same, Every road has a different meaning And every teardrop, a different pain. We have sinned and saw sin We have hated and we had friends, But, now we shall all be judged, For when we hated, should we have loved. Should we have fought, when we fled Should we have watched when we sinned Should we have cried when we bled, I don't know, for we shall not come again. When we go through life, this one time, We should do the best that we could Live a life, and be its pride, And be ready for judgment, when we die. You pass this way, but one time You live a life, but one time, You can help a soul, but one time, And just one time, is all that is asked. So, when you pass this way again Never be in a hurry when you walk by Be you a woman or be you a man, It never ever hurts, to only, but try. Randy L. McClave