The tired traveller

6bisCollapsed onto the ground,

He cannot get up, much less walk.

His staff is now useless,

He must lie down,

Put aside all the burden,

At life’s end there’s nothing that one can keep,

Return the body and all of ones possessions,

Be it wealth, love, name or computers,

Back to the dust and be seen no more,

Lie down, lie low and rest in peace.

 

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

Home is the hunter, home from the hills”,

 

And the traveller home from his wearisome journey,

Back to the Earth.

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