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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Down the endless road I Walk. The road of life or you May call it the road of Torment-but know I the Name. Along I walk,the trees Whistling as I journey on With gentle breeze of the East caressing my worn- Out body. Down I walk,meeting the Hurdles of life. I tarried,struggling and Fighting my way;lo! Am Stuck in despair and Dissappointment. Hoping for no hope to pull Me thru. Suddenly,I cried,then a Saintly hand pulled me Thru. On the endless road I Journey,I saw and heard Shouts,sounds and smell Of powder pervading the Atmosphere:people Running in confusion. The sun turned red,the Theatre bore death. On my next turn,I heard Moanings and sounds of Pleasure,one beckoned Me,icame I and took part In the ecstasy-i realised a Folly it was,went I on. Passing through esker,my Body chilled. Then I reached a dry land With scanty huts,wetting My throat in a hut. With a scorced feet,I walk On this endless road,I Witnessed a gathering,Legs moving in Rhythm and hands on Drums,I ate and moved On. Came I to a serene place,I wondered as I sojourned,the speechless Mouths and hands restraining one another To join the "lonely"body Below. I passed a crossed building;hands clasped in Gentle procession. Moved I to pace of Sustainance;the noisy Atmosphere,hands Exchanging needs. On and on I walk on this Endless road,when will I Reach my destination, When my knell of old St Antonne tolls?
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