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I am an old man,
holding my walking stick in one hand,
A handkerchief on the other hand to wipe sweat off my brows.

I can see very far,though my eyesight is failing,
But in this last journey,I must walk alone.

My feet are heavy now, but on I go,
My head erect beneath the tragic toll of many years.

The way is steep, but I would have it so;
And dusty, but I lay-off the dust with my tears,
Though none can see me weep: alone I climb
The rugged path that leads me out of time –
Out of time and out of all;

Singing yet in sun and rain,
‘Heel and toe from dawn to dusk,
Round the world and home again.’
Farewell the hope that mocked, farewell despair
That went before me still and made the pace.

The earth is full of graves, and mine was there
Even before my life began, my resting-place;
And I shall find it out and be with my fellow dead men
Lie down for ever, all my sayings said –
Deeds all done and songs all sung,
While others chant in sun and rain,
‘Heel and toe from dawn to dusk,
Round the world and home again.’

This is my last journey,
And in this journey,
I know,and I have always known,
That I must walk alone.

Just some random thoughts that came to my mind….©Profarms’ Random Thoughts®

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