At the end of a long road
Is another long road
And at the end of that road
Is another longer road
But within that longer road
There are many roads
Some of which certainly must be long
Which lead to other long and longer roads
And all these roads
And this one road
Go on and on to other roads
Roads and roads and roads
And where one is on them
And how near or far to any possible destination
No one can ever really know
Except of course by going down another road
Leading to more and more roads
Which one cannot possibly go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So 'there is light at the end of the tunnel' is a misnomer. It certainly defines the complexities of life. Thanks, Shalom.