down the road

I am way way down the road now,
turning, I wave back to those
travelling behind but they cannot
see me that far ahead …

they cannot see how tired I am -
they cannot see my heart -
they cannot see my feet -
they cannot see my hands -

I am a traveller in many
lands, some lush, some bare
there are few places I have
not been except the
very base and the very rare

the golden gate is up ahead
where all my love has trod
I will get there before the
sun goes down
and there is a bed to lay me
where I will sleep, and forget

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