Going
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The road
With its load,
And so the path
Granting its wrath-
Is the trail
So bitterly frail,
Yet, always does the street
Give a hearty greet-
For along this way
Comes both work and play,
Always moving and knowing
You cannot cease the going-
Life will not stop or slow
Only and ever continuing on the go,
To where the lane
Stakes its final claim-
Through life the human-highway ever flowing,
Into eternity, we all are going.
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