As we reflect
On roads we traveled
Would we have driven
The path before after
Many hills and valleys
Twists and turns
Through all the backwoods
To dead ends and bends
Dirt roads and paved
Concrete and patched
To exits and entrances
That was in our path
Between mountains
And farm lands
A city street with fountains
To beautiful cliffs, by the ocean
Would we still travel
All the roads sought after
In order to arrive
At the beginning of hereafter
I say to you
The roads well traveled
Are just life's path
So we arrive together
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