I can see the ahead
the distance closes
the end of the path
though still unknown
feet tired and sore
still shuffling on
hope for tomorrow
shining city of gold
who am I kidding
I am not into gold
and never for a city
happier if its clean
look back on the road
the adventures held
the feelings stirred
memories renewed
not time for regret
nor for lamenting
the road still turns
tomorrow unknown
a new step waits
I hear it calling me
my name echoes
across empty time
soon the void fills
one more day fades
what lesson learned?
each step is precious
I'm hearing a road weary person who still keeps the perspective of previous poems about the unknown path ahead and the heart required to live each moment mindfully. To those who have been following you in this journey, they are the better for it.
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