Walking hundred miles to see the road end,
I wanted to stop but there was a bend,
Alone I did start but not a lonely voyage,
Had a purpose with me at every stage,
I am tired perhaps just a bit today,
Another bend as my hair turns grey,
But I cannot stop not at the moment,
Not the time to bring joy or lament,
For there are some seeds still to sow,
Some more saplings that I need to grow,
I shall embark on my journey again,
With some water and a handful of grain.
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