Walking on the roads of life,
Meandering through its mundane alleys,
I want to remember each step I make.
I mark my steps,
Afraid to dither,
But the milestone beckons me hither.
It tells me,a weary traveller,
I trudge along,
The milestone budging me to move on.
It’s a stony edifice,
It’s my shining beacon,
It fires a salvo of hope in disillusion.
Someday and sometime,
The journey will end,
I will reach my destination.
As my fatigued feet repose in rest,
I will find what I seek,
As the milestone takes me to an idyllic retreat.