A man walks down a road with two shoes,
they had taken him anywhere one could go,
over sun-baked sands, and sharp rocky ridges,
through deep forests green, and lush garden patches,
down grassy lanes both crackly and smooth, and crispy brown leaf-covered ways,
on top of high mountains, across canyon meadows, even into the thin blue air,
While making his journeys this man to most unknown,
dust from every place settles on him from shoulder to foot.
Though very seasoned and dauntingly weary,
he still has much more on his long path to trek.
From time to time, others travel with him keeping good company,
but almost always they must take their own course and depart,
No matter what one thinks or may feel,
about how despairingly their climb stretches,
behind those trees or around that hedge,
walks that man down his road with two shoes.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Goopthil (it's a conjuction)
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