On The Road

Each day a different geography
Each day a different weather
And the pack is heavier
Or lighter
Depending what we
Stow in it, and our hearts
Sing or mourn  depending
On what we have done - whether
We have loved or not
Too little or too much,
Whether we have hated
Or let go - whether we have
Debased ourselves brought
Ourselves low - and so we
Walk on
Into our path's foundations laid
Long before we were born
And hope to bear the trials
Given, bravely, not lose
Our souls our quiet souls
On the road.

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