Won't you travel with me on the highway of life?
Down the road of Forgive and Forget
That leads to the Land of Beginning Again
Where old friends are better friends yet.
I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again
Where all of our mistakes, and all of our heartaches,
And all of our poor, selfish grief
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door
And never be put on again.
I wish we might come on it all unaware,
Like a hunter who finds a lost trail
And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done
The greatest injustice of all,
Could be at the gates like an old friend
Who waits for the comrade he's gladdest to hail?
We'd find all the things we intended to do
But forgot and remembered too late
Little praises unspoken, little promises broken,
And all the thousand and one little duties neglected
That might have perfected the day for one less fortunate.
It wouldn't be possible not to be kind in that
Land of Beginning again
For the ones we misjudged, and the ones we grudged
Their moments of victory here
Would find in the grasp of our loving hand clasp
More than penitent lip could explain.
And what had seemed hardest, we'd find had been best,
And what had seemed loss, had been gain.
For there isn't a thing that will not take wing
If you face it and laugh it away.
And I think that the laughter is most what we're after
In that Land of Beginning Again
So I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again
Where all of our mistakes and all of our heartaches
And all of our poor, selfish grief,
Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door
And never be put on again.
~By Louise Fletcher Tarkington~
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