Poem #174 Press on

I'll keep pressing onward.

Though my bones might ache

with the fatigue of an entire generation,

and my back might threaten to give way,

still, I press on.

Though my arms might shake with the weight of the future,

and my feet might try to stage a sit-in

to protest every step I take,

still, I'll press on.

With everything that is in me,

I'll continue the work of those who came before me.

I'll follow the path they left behind to the edge of the boundaries and push.

So there is less work for those behind me.

For them, I'll press on.