Pass This Way Poem by Randy McClave

We shall not pass this way again
Spoke the old man to his friend,
For many lives, we have known
And many children, we've seen grown.
As you walk a path, but one time
And though it seems the same,
Every road has a different meaning
And every teardrop, a different pain.
We have sinned and saw sin
We have hated and we had friends,
But, now we shall all be judged,
For when we hated, should we have loved.
Should we have fought, when we fled
Should we have watched when we sinned
Should we have cried when we bled,
I don't know, for we shall not come again.
When we go through life, this one time,
We should do the best that we could
Live a life, and be its pride,
And be ready for judgment, when we die.
You pass this way, but one time
You live a life, but one time,
You can help a soul, but one time,
And just one time, is all that is asked.
So, when you pass this way again
Never be in a hurry when you walk by
Be you a woman or be you a man,
It never ever hurts, to only, but try.

Randy L. McClave