Life's Weary Travellers

Life's weary travelers
Running on blistered feet
Running from old man death
They have no time to sleep
 
Their time here is ending
Excitement mixed with fear
Sorrow is in leaving
All those things they hold dear
 
Voices are more distant
Faces begin to blur
Ears are now not hearing
What more must they endure
 
Echos come from the past
Of happier days gone
To hold off old man death
They must not tarry long
 
Can't make themselves be heard
Throats are so very dry
Spirits now without hope
They know that soon they'll die
 
Death is now within reach
Weary travelers smile
Now they could lie in peace
They'd walked that one last mile

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