The Road
We are all born on the road
Knowing with each breath
We are doomed, each to repeat
And go ourselves to death
How we walk and tread that road
Is more important than
How we died or where we were
And, did we live as men?
Think you then of how you live
And how you treat each other
Try hard to care for every man
As if he were your brother.
Do not be too vain or proud
Or think you are the best
For someone else will always be
Prepared to take that test
You need ever be prepared and set
To defend the weak and low
Against the force of evil then
To battle you will go
The Road to hell I’ve heard them say
Is paved with good intention
So watch your way and be secure
From things I need not mention
Do you then the things of good
That raise your fellow man
Improve the life of all you meet
And do the best you can
You will not be blamed for the things
You tried and did not win
You do not quit and run away
Get on that horse again
Copyright © Lawrence Warnke | Year Posted 2005
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