The Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began
-Tolkien
A birthday is not the beginning of something new But rather part of a continuing story From its Prologue and its Chapter One Through the dark leaves of Mirkwood and beyond
Yes, there be dragons, more than ever, it seems But sometimes still we glimpse magic by moonlight Or take an ale or two at a wayside inn Then sticks and packs again, our faces set West
If this were my last hour, I still could say With Tollers and Jack: the Road goes ever on