Nine months in the womb
Innocent and comfortable,
Never again will I rest.
Always on the go to nowhere,
Since I left that safe haven.

I creep, I walk,
Many times I run,
But most times
I get pushed around.

A student in the morning,
A teacher mid-morning,
A builder at noon,
A slave in the afternoon,
A dog at dinner:
A combatant the rest of my life.

School has holidays,
Workers days off,
Dogs rest too,
But struggles to go on, go on.
Still on the road,
One endless journey.