Today I was talking with a friend
Who asked when I think that I’ll end
This project of mine that I am ploughing through
And I honestly don’t know
How long I will continue to go
But thinking about the ends not what I do
Too much of time is spent upon
Thinking about when things are gone
And I think it needs no explanation
That when you take the time to see
There’s much to enjoy on the journey
To worry about when you’ll get to the destination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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