• arien_writes_ 6w

    We all are wayfaring travellers,
    Trudging down our separate roads.
    Hoping, wishing, praying,
    Someone will come to share our load.
    There's a sunburn on our shoulders..
    And there are blisters on our feet.
    We brave the wildest blizzards..
    And the scorching summer heat.

    Sometimes we find somebody,
    Who is going our way too..
    And while they walk besides us..
    The sky seems bit more blue.
    But all roads twist and turns..
    And when you reach an intersection,
    It's like life will take them
    In the opposite direction..

    But don't give up on hoping,
    When your road is a dead end...
    It's likely that you will find,
    It's only really just a bend
    And though other's road are different
    It doesn't mean that yours is wrong.
    So pick up yourself back again
    And just keep trudging on...

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    Wishing and Praying