What is life to a man or a women anyway
When day after day you seem to be on a sway
Often time you looked this way and then that way
And cannot find any precise road map
To follow to your designated spot
The business you encounter every day
Allows you little time to even linger and pray
Or to ask questions of others who know the way
So on you go thinking you just cannot stop
Since you cannot break the queue leaving a gap
While travelling sometimes on this lonely way
You need to take note of marks others left day by day
Saying on this road to life you must stay
You have come so far soon it will be your last lap
Maintain your stride and aim for the top
You travel and wonder is this real or only a play
Then as you get closer you remember He said I am the way
You hesitate to rest fearing your thoughts may go astray
Then a tender voice whispers do not cast in your lot
Just a few minutes more and I'll guide you to your spot.
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