Walker on earth's surface
I am not in any race
Rat race horse race or running race
But I am with this human race
Gentle loving caring warring
Fighting shouting falling
Rising sleeping and dreaming
With unquenchable thirst for living
God's own perfected creation
I walk clasping hand with
And rubbing shoulders with these human beings
As I am just a Walker
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