I Plod Ahead

I plod ahead through the wild woodlands,

Past the dazzling daisies who wink beneath my feet,

And through the patchy meadows breathing against the light blue sky,

While white-feathered clouds wax and wane as the sinking sun devours my day.

I plod ahead leaving my woes behind in the dust beyond...all the while looking ahead towards joys unknown beyond the raised road ahead...I plod ahead a little child yet an old man I continue to plod ahead!

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