Road With No End

The walk is long, but I am surviving (a French Triolet)

Road With No End


The hill I climb, I walk alone.
Intent on reaching the top -- never arriving.
Road with no end, to places unknown.
The hill I climb, I walk alone.
The things I’ve seen that God hath shown.
The walk is long, but I am surviving.
The hill I climb, I walk alone.
Intent on reaching the top -- never arriving.