No. 3

I'll be back homeward-bound, and sorrow then
Will come again
Will love again
Where will my feet begin to tread? And when
Will they give in
To rest and then?

I'll walk for days on end and rarely spend
Our seconds lend
To foes of friends
Horizons come and go and eyes pretend
But paths asend
And wind and wend

When will my feet expend? Life force offend
And recommend?
My ways amend?
I'll march for years on end, and time befriend
I do intend
To find land's end