I started walking as a babe
A year just barely gone,
And have hardly stopped at all since then
With troops, or all alone.
I hiked a thousand miles
Just to see this land of ours.
I meandered through a thousand more
While whiling away the hours.
I paced the floor for hundreds more
As I was a-waitin’
Sometimes for the birth of kids,
Or else when they were a-datin’.
I’ve slogged through mud and snow
When I’d rather sit and rest,
And I’ve splashed my way down river beds
When on a private quest.
I’ve spent whole summers trekkin’
High in the mountaintops,
And have trudged along down city streets
Passing cars and traffic cops.
Yes, I have walked for miles and miles,
And I’ve run a step or two.
Now, having walked all that way
I would like to think I’m through.
I wish that I could skip this drudge,
It only makes me tired.
It brings me down to places
Where I only end up mired.
But though I trot out all my reasons,
For why I should be done,
None of them have set me free
From my pacing ‘neath the sun.
So I’ll continue my measured tread
Down street, or rocky way
Until I walk that last great path
Upon the judgement day.