A road stretches and seems endless
For those who never wander far
In life how many steps will they take
For some, like going to the moon
I have journeyed and travelled it, partly
along its many winding ways
But always returning to where I started
I like the many who set out to roam
Just ended up coming back to my home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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