Towards a Hoped-For Destination
The old gal next to me
Doesn't move too fast anymore,
But she's always been beside me...
I can't imagine what for.
The old guy next to her
Doesn't move very fast either;
Would rather not be without her...
Walking slowly together.
We look the same direction;
Pushing, pulling each other forward,
Towards an unseen destination-
Towards a hoped-for destination.
If the Good Lord's willing,
We'll keep progressing together,
Hand-in-hand slowly traveling
Step-by-step forever.
We'll look the same direction;
Pushing, pulling each other forward,
Towards that unseen destination-
Towards that hoped-for destination.
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