Tired
- smshige3
- Dec 8, 2016
- 1 min read
Tired And lonely, So tired The heart aches. Meltwater trickles Down the rocks, The fingers are numb, The knees tremble. It is now, Now, that you must not give in.
On the path of the others Are resting places, Places in the sun Where they can meet. But this Is your path, And it is now, Now, that you must not fail.
Weep If you can, Weep, But do not complain. The way chose you -- And you must be thankful.
(Hammarskjold, Markings)