I would rather walk than have a ride,
For its much better to walk on the side,
Meet those who I know and see others pass by,
On the road most travelled, the road of life.
There are people who I once knew well,
But as the sand in the hourglass fell,
They let their memories die,
And I walked alone, watching them pass by.
I know, I could have called to them,
Asked them how they were fairing then,
I could have saved myself from dying,
In their memories, in their minds.
But I let it happen, let them pass by,
Maybe I was busy, maybe I was shy,
I too let their memories die,
Quietly bidding them goodbye.
But the road of life is a great zig-zag,
For it doesn't matter if you lead or lag,
Doesn't matter how fast you drive,
Somewhere, your memories are still alive.
Walking on the road, old folk you meet,
Together you share a roadside seat,
All your past you live again,
Those days of joy when you knew no pain.
But now the sand falls fast,
Sooner than soon, the present is the past,
You get up and part into different lanes,
Different players, different games.
There you are, walking alone again,
Looking for someone who knows your name,
Inside whom you are still alive,
To share a seat by the roadside.......