Where the Roads Meet
In life all our roads meet in one place,
No matter which road you take it will end the same.
For that is the flaw of this human race,
We all come and go in this life game.
On your road no matter how fast or how slow you go,
If it rained or it snowed,
If it is high or it's low,
You will end up on that same road.
For some that road is reached shortly,
Ahead of their time.
For others they won't reach it so abruptly,
These will reach it when they're far past their prime.
Some will reach this road untouched,
They will reach it unharmed.
Others will face hardships and this they can vouch,
With scars from the battles they faced unarmed.
On this road we run out of breath,
We all end up with that fate that is so unkind,
The fate of the road which is death.
This road of death is where all roads bind.
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