How many endless nights to wait?
For dawn's glory, we leave to fate
We'll scrub our lineage clean
Till sparkling white and no remnant spleen
We'll walk these uneven roads, in uneven din
Till walking wear these roads even, and even thin
Garden paths across my shoulder wear
Till humdrum life weeds shall tear
In worn out roads and worn out shoes
Everything to gain, everything to lose
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A nice piece well articulated and penned in poetic diction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.