But once shall I pass this way,

shall I miss all that I can see and do?

Life’s moments may be all too few,

so I shall live and enjoy each day.

From my happiness I will not stray;

if I thirst, I will sip from morning’s dew.

But once shall I pass this way,

shall I miss all that I can see and do?

Blessed am I when I rise each day:

when I hunger I will feast on memories I renew –

for the day I will not fear what may ensue,

I will fervently greet come what may,

But once shall I pass this way…

(shall I miss all that I can see and do?)

© Jackie (Micke) Jinks, May 2005