104. April 14th
On the road now I go forwards,
I must persist onwards, onwards.
No choice is there in this matter,
My feet keep moving, patter, patter.
Why this road I have to follow,
I want to be free like a swallow,
I am destined to carry on
In snow rain and in sun.
My shoes are worn and my feet ache,
My thin coat makes me shake.
Why do I do it: keep on walking,
Alone, alone I do no talking.
Yet the reason of my pilgrimage,
Keeps me joyous and I will live.
I have no time to stop or wait,
I must keep on lest I be late.