Along the hard pavements, walked miles today,
In a town with which I’m unfamiliar.
We thought we were right, but gone the wrong way,
And all the roads seem to look similar.
Our upward climb hard, the hill is so steep,
Our breath comes in rasps and, clouding the air,
Visible token of how we dig deep
To find strength enough left in this sad pair.
Exhausted we find our destination
And sink into a chair with elation.