No. 3

I'll be back homeward bound

And sorrow then

Will come again

Will love again?

Where will my feet begin

To tread and when

Will they give in

To rest?

And then …

I’ll walk for days on end

And rarely spend

Or seconds lend

To foes of friends

Horizons come and go

And eyes pretend

But paths ascend

And wind and wend

When will my feet expend

Life force offend

And recommend

My ways amend?

I'll march for years on end

And time befriend

I do intend

Too find lands end