Days will come, and days will go. Seasons change - this much you know. For you have travelled ups and downs, Steeper, farther than some right now. Friend, life will offer varied paths, Will take you near, will take you far. You’ve dragged, you’ve walked, you’ve sprinted - And yet still, you are the star. The star of this long journey, On the road that we call life. You’ve tripped and cursed at every bump, Yet still, you’ve come so far. So, dearest friend, perhaps as you are walking, you feel heavy. But that weight is only proof you’ve kept your goal so steady. You’ve kept your gaze straight forward, And kept reaching for the target, Unrecognised the medals you carry From harvests long forgotten. So days will come, and days will go - Yet you remain strong-willed. Once in a while, feel pride for medals Of love, of joy, commitment. Oh yes, it’s quite a lengthy reminder - But oh, how important: That days have come, and days have gone, And still, you stand undefeated. - quiet_pages