The path is long and so I journey on
Full of thorns that hurt my feet, sweat, and blood!
Now I am sore and tired, I then yawn
My labor drains ardor, great strength mixed mud!
I rest while see another man drive
"Get in!" He shouts. "It's easier!" I don't.
Can't walk, legs too weary, speak, mouth too dry
He drives on, I stay behind, lay down, now broke
I have crossed five hundred miles! A failed goal
I look at the sky, nothing ahead shows
My dream is over! Yet great is the soul
My wealth matters not, die with mind alone
Once rich, now dying, saw a car drive
Dying , yet better; for I tried to hike.
