Digging your own

Good friend,

To find kindness is to find life...

The success of any journey,

Lies in who you choose to make it with

A loyal companion, you will find,

Is worth more than many treasures,

A drop of goodness,

Whose newness is fresh with each dawn...

You set forth in the early day,

You carry neither food nor drink,

The extra burden you cannot handle,

But yet - neither have you the means to

Still, in your heart – a silent voice you take,

An unseen friend to walk with,

For the way ahead is long,

And filled with troubles…

Your legs may tire,

Your feet will ache,

With pain and anguish – your head will pound,

The sun is high in the sky,

Yet your soul cannot grow weary,

Your spirit must endure,

Your failure will be your death,

This is your fate, dear friend...

Every step you take,

Sends a million volts of pain through you,

And with every footfall,

You moan - beg for death,

But you must endure,

This is your fate, dear friend...

Many have been your years,

Tramping this path, dear friend,

So many that with them has come familiarity,

And with familiarity,

Tiredness...

Your eyes, long ago, once lit with the fire of life,

Your voice spoke of great things,

Of conquering the world,

And lying with maidens...

Once, you wanted to be a great man,

A mortal of substance,

You spoke of castles and war and victory,

Yet now – you remain silent,

Like a gravedigger,

Digging his own...