A long dark way and the loneliness deep
Some memories some wists along i keep
silence complete the wind one  can hear 
Hissing of moving leaves everywhere
A shady path  align with trees
A sight from all cares it frees
Some dry leaves  wistfully laid
Some still on trees all greenfly clad
A musk of dry dust in air 
The drowning sun with few last stares
rising some smoke from chimneys  far offs
dinners ready fresh baking of   loafs
Families gathered  around fireplaces,
hearing stories of the cozy warm days.
Down  the sun goes slowly down,
A darkness cold preceding to crown.
 End of an active  day  so calm.
Healing the aches it becomes a balm.
The endless road I keep on treading.
What  if the darkness is all around  spreading.
Still got miles and miles to cover
Let come the Fogg the dew the shower,
A steady walk and an  endless road,
The more is left the more I trode