|"How far to the end of the road?"
I asked, and the old man smiled at me,
"You'll think it long, and rough, and steep but you'll change your mind," said he.
"For when you near your journey's end and look back at the trip you made,
You'll wonder then how short the road, and the smooth and flattened grade."
The days of the young seem endless as
the years pass slowly by,
The healthy bloom that once we were
now stares at the dark unknown,