Walking along
the course of time's stream,
Not looking back,
like a straw drifting,
Floating on the current,
The final destination distant,
An illusion of respite.
Moving forward each day,
No pats on the back,
Just the divine command,
Walking alone, steadfast.
Calling out to God
On bended knee,
"Help me through this
Unending journey of time."
MyKoul
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