A long journey
A dimly lit road
A couple stumbles
Get back up
Motivation grows
Continue to go
Down the dimly lit road
Don't turn and go home
Despite the trouble
The cobble, the rubble
We continue the trek
To a journeys end
As you push through the branches
Peek through the leaves
It seems magnificent
What should lead?
Nothing but dirt
A handful of clay
Beauty! Glory! You will have bade
But nothing is greater than the memories made
One kiss good luck
One hug goodbye
But adventures not over
You just have to try
Seemingly endless
Until it must end
Though this story finished
Another ready to begin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nothing but dirt, here in this world.