When the way is long
You need to sing a song,
A song of rue or joy.
You may not know for sure
The distance to that place,
Or the turning you must take.
No signpost you can read
Tells you the where to turn,
Or where you may repose.
But you need no audience
If you can find the words
To suit your stride and fitness;
If you can tune the woods
And sing melodic moods.
Let your inner song be witness
Of your private entrance
Into and out of existence,
As you move along,
Singing your private song.
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We can manage best if we find ways of tiding over the difficulties we are bound to face.3/5