My legs get me where I am going
with my eyes, I see my path up ahead,
in my heart, I know my progress is slowing
my mind deals with that, and what has been said.

My arms can't carry as much, now
my mind likes to think, that they can,
my heart knows there's no time, to make two trips
so, my mind must try, and understand.

I pick up the pace, in bad weather
so with haste, I scurry for days' rest,
my senses tell me others are watching
so I strive, to give only my "best".

I'm reminded to share of my rations
with others, less fortunate, than I;
I've no tolerance, for self-centered "users"
who think, that they're too good to try.

Soon, after reaching my horizon
I'll breathe easier, having no more, to roam;
and I'll sit, and I'll watch my last sunset
telling my soul, that I'm finally "home".

To all passerbys, and fellow travelers
I try to behave as a friend,
so, when I finally reach my horizon
I'll rest easy, at my journeys' end!