Love to walk
Be it a stroll through lanes deep in thought,
To pace through in a busy street in a hurry,
Or to scramble in a dense forest in awe...
As I walk,
Reflecting on the sights around,
Recollecting the day gone by,
Remembering the notes of the day ahead,
Reciting a poem long forgotten,
I love the sound of a joke cracked,
a few giggles, a few stares
Overheard behind or ahead of me as my friends walk.
I love to walk,
knowing that I have those behind, to follow
knowing that I have those ahead, to lead
The feeling of walking by myself,
knowing that when I stop, there are some who will nudge me to move on,
is oh so special;
knowing that when I don't turn up, there are few who will return to pull me along
is so so special...
The walk of life!
There is always someone ahead or behind,
who will catch up.
I might be too fast, they might be little slow
MOVE ON they say...
As we walk ahead, life will catch up!
