A Year of Poems – Day 78

Row on, row on, the ship must reach our coast.
Walk on, walk on, we’ve miles till we come home.
Live on, Live on, there’s beauty left to love.
Row, walk, live, strive through the beading sweat,
the boat, the road, the life, the cause all lead to something else.

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