My feet have traveled a dusty path, sometimes weary and worn. I look behind me often to see in the prints, the weight I've born. So many emotions experienced; some good others sad. But if I have learned anything at all, it's to keep traveling; be thankful and glad.
There has been sorrow in those footprints. Heartaches, but some joy too. I have learned through the hard knocks of life, sometimes you just press through. No, it's not always been easy. Sometimes life is pain. But there are days of unabashed joy, when the hurt just seems to wane.
I've climbed many high mountains. Crossed their barren peaks. I've traversed lowly valleys where the Lily's grow so sweet. Met many strangers. Found many friends. Established a few relationships that fizzled in the end.
Most days I just walk alone. No longer in a hurry. Just taking each day one at the time. Trying not to worry. I was young once, but now I'm older. My face weathered and worn. Like an old piece of leather, from a hide that was torn.
My enemies have scorned me. In the past scorned me to shame. But I just kept on walking; their loss will eventually be my gain. They may claim a lifestyle, that I can never attain. But in the end time will prove their loss is my gain.
No, I am not complaining. Please don't misunderstand! For I am content to be just where I am. Many treasures I have lost still I'll make it just the same. Till I reach that final resting place where those who count will know my name.
There has been sorrow in those footprints. Heartaches, but some joy too. I have learned through the hard knocks of life, sometimes you just press through. No, it's not always been easy. Sometimes life is pain. But there are days of unabashed joy, when the hurt just seems to wane.
I've climbed many high mountains. Crossed their barren peaks. I've traversed lowly valleys where the Lily's grow so sweet. Met many strangers. Found many friends. Established a few relationships that fizzled in the end.
Most days I just walk alone. No longer in a hurry. Just taking each day one at the time. Trying not to worry. I was young once, but now I'm older. My face weathered and worn. Like an old piece of leather, from a hide that was torn.
My enemies have scorned me. In the past scorned me to shame. But I just kept on walking; their loss will eventually be my gain. They may claim a lifestyle, that I can never attain. But in the end time will prove their loss is my gain.
No, I am not complaining. Please don't misunderstand! For I am content to be just where I am. Many treasures I have lost still I'll make it just the same. Till I reach that final resting place where those who count will know my name.
"Till I reach that final resting place where those who count will know my name." Isn't that what life is all about anyway?
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