The Ballad of the Unyielding Wayfarer

On a road where no one dares to tread,

A man walks on, with dreams unsaid.

His hands are rough, his spirit worn,

Yet in his eyes, the light is reborn.

The world moves fast, but he moves slow,

Each step a story ,only he knows.

Through countless struggles, all alone,

He builds his life, a world of stone.

No crown awaits, no praise is near,

Yet, still he walks, year after year.

The weight of duty on his chest,

For those he loves, he’ll do his best.

The days are long, the nights are cold,

The path is harsh, the road is bold.

But deep within, he finds his way,

For in his heart, there’s always day.

Though life's demands may pull him far,

He finds his joy in the smallest spar—

The smile of a child, a hand to hold,

A simple moment, worth more than gold.

In others’ laughter, his heart takes flight,

And their happiness fuels his endless fight.

A morning sun, a night’s cool air,

A family’s love, the joy they share.

The tender touch, the warm embrace,

The quiet moments, time can’t erase.

In every laugh, in every smile,

He finds his purpose, his nightingale.

For it’s niether riches nor fleeting fame,

But the warmth of love that calls his name.

With every smile, with every cheer,

He finds his strength to persevere.

And though survival is the battle he fights,

He finds his peace in the simple sights—

The laughter,pure; the hearts that smile,

The simple joys that make life worthwhile.

In his heart, despite the pain,

There’s always room for laughter again.

For in his soul, the truth is found—

The strongest roots grow in the hardest ground.

And though the world may seem to turn,

In moments dark, when hopes may burn,

He feels a hand upon his back—

A quiet whisper, never slack.

For God, though unseen, does not forget,

And provides what’s needed, never unmet.

The journey is long, the road is wide,

But still he walks, with hope as guide.

A silent hero, steady and true,

Whose joy in others carries him through.