Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God's land together, <br /> And we sang the old, old Earth-song, for our youth was very sweet; <br />When we drank and fought and lusted, as we mocked at tie and tether, <br /> Along the road to Anywhere, the wide world at our feet -- <br /> <br />Along the road to Anywhere, when each day had its story; <br /> When time was yet our vassal, and life's jest was still unstale; <br />When peace unfathomed filled our hearts as, bathed in amber glory, <br /> Along the road to Anywhere we watched the sunsets pale? <br /> <br />Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster; <br /> There's hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so! <br />As on we tramped exultantly, and no man was our master, <br /> And no man guessed what dreams were ours, as, swinging heel and toe, <br />We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere, <br />The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tramps/
