Reaching this bend in the road and
looking back, it's hard to see where
I've been. With no hesitation felt,
continuing on is all that matters
and remains.
Our journeys never really end, even
death is but another bend in the road.
The continuance is in our children,
within them our journeys live on.
Watching my two grandsons' mature
I can see it clearly, generational values
passed on.