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A poem of mine I wrote a while back...
Via
Miles a-thousand, and a million more,
Stretching forever, timeless and more.
Never knew a road that knew an end,
Or one that did an ending pretend.
Winding, twisting, leading so,
Will ye walk it all, or no?
Will ye pick the glove down cast?
Give your word and hold it fast?
Will ye walk true and brave?
Do ye fear an ending grave?
Do ye worry of what will be?
Do ye fear what ye cannot see?
Long is the road, and old and grey,
But go ye forth, no other way.
Take a step, the rest will follow,
No time, to in the past wallow.
Ahead mark ye, the road it stands,
Take it on then, to endless lands.
Hardly top-notch, but at least it seems to rhyme.
Via
Miles a-thousand, and a million more,
Stretching forever, timeless and more.
Never knew a road that knew an end,
Or one that did an ending pretend.
Winding, twisting, leading so,
Will ye walk it all, or no?
Will ye pick the glove down cast?
Give your word and hold it fast?
Will ye walk true and brave?
Do ye fear an ending grave?
Do ye worry of what will be?
Do ye fear what ye cannot see?
Long is the road, and old and grey,
But go ye forth, no other way.
Take a step, the rest will follow,
No time, to in the past wallow.
Ahead mark ye, the road it stands,
Take it on then, to endless lands.
Hardly top-notch, but at least it seems to rhyme.