Don Iannone Poet Free verse

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.

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Duke Beaufort March 16, 2024 at 1:59 PM It's a one-time only gig for sure. Our end is a disturbing thought, but I look at it as making room for the next generation. We got this gift, but it comes with some serious conditions.

Richard Lamoureux March 12, 2024 at 5:54 PM Yes it is good to be mindful that all things including ourselves are in a constant state of change. I have watched movies over and over and haven’t experienced them the same way twice. Each time I watch I bring new experiences to the encounter. Don Iannone March 13, 2024 at 6:50 AM Thank you, and I agree about our impermanence. Nonexistence is a horrible thought. Imagine going to a cocktail party, and people treat you as though you don't exist. I'm prone to humor at times. You must subscribe to the new TV channel "Déjà vu."