But the journey must go on,
as the birds keeps chipping,
and the river keeps flowing
then the air keeps moving
water flows, other tussles;
in the mid, in between huddles,
night must come, day must come,
still the journey must continue.

In the midst of the shadows,
in the terror of the dark holes,
when the tears overheats
all that nature kept cold
you will continue the journey;
you will not ever let go,
for the dark hours, bring forth light gold;
still the journey continues

For as much as you earn,
and as much as you can,
keep all your records clean;
do not ever throw stones
for where the river flows;
where the road divides
a bright light awaits you;
at the end of the tunnel.

Ovi Odiete

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-river-flows-where-the-road-divides/