The End of the Road

I remember all I'd heard and seen As I walked down this path of mine. I hear once again the hiss of the lean Snake, and the butterfly's soft whine. I remember all the passing seasons Whether it was sumer, autumn, winter, or spring, I recall my memories in tons, The either the snow or sun did bring. I remember every passing hour Of the times I walked down this way, I see once more every single flower That I picked in each passing day. I remember every moment I did sieze; Every single seed I reaped and sowed I remembar all my precious memories And I sigh, as I face the end of the road.