Time is a road that goes only one way. |
The Road Goes Ever On The road goes ever on From the door and across the lawn Pursuing its path with young eager feet Following on a longer way it will meet As far as it can, growing old, tired, and weak The road goes ever away From the door where it no longer can stay Guilty of cowardice or being shy Too many times it let fate pass by When journeys twist and tie The road goes ever forward From the door to crossings treasured At places where journeys blend A stranger becomes a friend Having adventures both attend The road goes ever past Starting slow then racing fast |