The Trudge (a poem)
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Always keep going. Always keep fighting.

The Trudge (a poem)

Stumble,

Stumble, yes we

Stumble, yes we stumble

Stumble, yes we stumble forward,

Stumble, yes we stumble forward, a march we could never muster.

Stumble, yes we stumble forward, a march we could never muster. But nonetheless, we stumble forward,

Stumble, yes we stumble forward, a march we could never muster. But nonetheless, we stumble forward, through dirt...

Stumble, yes we stumble forward, a march we could never muster. But nonetheless, we stumble forward, through dirt... toward gold and truth and luster.

Fleeting specks of light entice our eyes,

Fleeting specks of light entice our eyes, prickling through the trees.

Fleeting specks of light entice our eyes, prickling through the trees. The hint, but just a hint, of direction,

Fleeting specks of light entice our eyes, prickling through the trees. The hint, but just a hint, of direction, giving solace to our knees.

Those little rays they keep lurching,

Those little rays they keep lurching, along our swaying path.

Those little rays they keep lurching, along our swaying path. As we fall in traps and ditches,

Those little rays they keep lurching, along our swaying path. As we fall in traps and ditches, and torrid aftermath.

But drag ourselves out we do,

But drag ourselves out we do, or some of us at least.

But drag ourselves out we do, or some of us at least. And try to learn from our falls,

But drag ourselves out we do, or some of us at least. And try to learn from our falls, our mission still unceased.

Over our shoulders, we look behind,

Over our shoulders, we look behind, at the follies of the past.

Over our shoulders, we look behind, at the follies of the past. But as we turn back around,

Over our shoulders, we look behind, at the follies of the past. But as we turn back around, bedraggled...

Over our shoulders, we look behind, at the follies of the past. But as we turn back around, bedraggled... we know they're not the last.

The ignorant tempted by reflections.

The ignorant tempted by reflections. The cruel stabbing us in the gloom.

The ignorant tempted by reflections. The cruel stabbing us in the gloom. The hopeless saying "You'll never make it...

The ignorant tempted by reflections. The cruel stabbing us in the gloom. The hopeless saying "You'll never make it... Just accept your doom."

But for some the journey isn't over,

But for some the journey isn't over, we keep on plowing on.

But for some the journey isn't over, we keep on plowing on. Bloodied, blistered, buckled,

But for some the journey isn't over, we keep on plowing on. Bloodied, blistered, buckled, but the will still burning strong.

Through mud and pain and lies we trudge,

Through mud and pain and lies we trudge, and more will follow, then,

Through mud and pain and lies we trudge, and more will follow, then, maybe, just maybe, maybe

Through mud and pain and lies we trudge, and more will follow, then, maybe, just maybe, maybe we'll reach the promised glen.

There lives our prize of joy and truth,

There lives our prize of joy and truth, free from life's despair.

There lives our prize of joy and truth, free from life's despair. Excitement, fizz, enlightenment,

There lives our prize of joy and truth, free from life's despair. Excitement, fizz, enlightenment, let's just pray it's there.

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