Sometimes Life can seem
like a hike
On a snowy afternoon
Where just as soon
As our boot print’s cast,
‘tis blanketed by frost
& lost like the last,
Spoiling any hint of an
honest toil spent
T’perhaps help inspire
some other day
Another vagabond
along the way
Braving the same maddening climb…
But regardless of this,
Rid of rhyme
and maybe reason,
Still we trudge through time,
onward to next season!
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