Across the hundred bridges, mate
Views a thousand you cross
Across the million steps, my mate
You trudge o’er ferns and moss.
Then hey! Some whiskey and wine
Ya drink, to a trip you forever longed;
If then you remembered me, my mate
You know I’m smiling into the beyond.
Author’s note: This was an impromptou piece that I wrote when a friend of mine pinged me while he was travelling with a different group of friends and requested a quick poem for the moment.
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