Weather beaten slacks
The road more traveled
Mud up the calfs
Red raw hands
And the hair that never stays put
Yet this won’t end
Not yet
The journey you take
Doesn’t stop
When you feel you do.
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Weather beaten slacks
The road more traveled
Mud up the calfs
Red raw hands
And the hair that never stays put
Yet this won’t end
Not yet
The journey you take
Doesn’t stop
When you feel you do.
