seven

yet moments come along these miles,

that bring to life those joyful smiles,

that lift the burden of life's trials,

squirrels at play and nightingale songs,

donkeys that bray and large brass gongs,

blue jeans that fray and right-able wrongs.

 

so I walk and walk stride by stride,

to search for the joys that this world might hide,

I travel this world both far and wide,

I've been to the mountain I've been to the sea,

I've crossed every river and seen every tree,

I've been where I was and where I am going to be.

 

The End

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