Faraway

By: Allan

We tread our path home, thousands of miles away,
We pass by Rome, footsteps heard on our way.

Shall I my friend? The road seems steep, thorny and narrow,
Do not undermine your effort, carry on, forget your sorrow!

We pass by mountains, we saw the seas, landscapes changes and seasons end,
The journey is not over our path still far, hang on for we are halfway my friend.

During spring we see the sun rises, gentle is the morning breeze as it felt in our faces,
Green are the meadows even from afar, fertility it symbolizes!

Can you feel the warm breeze of summer? Energy fills our body enables us to move freely!
Reminds us of our youth dearly, we dance, sing and play without worry.

Autmn where the cold sets, reminds us of how we age,
Someday we grow old as trees fall from branches, memories becames vague as it fade.

The winter feels like the cold tomb where we finally rest, our bodies succumb as heat escapes,
We grasp for the sun trying to get back our youth, but the when our eyes close then we lay to rest.

Fear not my friend for the journey is not over,
A thousand miles is far but is bearable.

Seasons may also represent stages of life, our childhood, youth, adulthood and old age till death.
Don’t worry and enjoy your life until your last breath.

Take note the journey is not over we only walked quarter of the thousand miles,
Our destination is far away and it may take a million steps.

What matters is we enjoy every single moment with laughter and smile,
Friends in this journey from a faraway mile!