WALKING TO GET SOMEWHERE
Walking to get somewhere
Is not the walking I most love
But there are times
When in the speed and rush
There is a feeling of joy
At my own power and lightness
Most often there is a burden
And duty in walking somewhere
But there are times of joy also
Whatever it is wherever it is
Thank God I can still walk.
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