Can love exist on the back of a pack mule?
Occasionally resting to drink in the hopes of a dream
Exhausted and weary, dreary the journey
Thirsting unperturbed with no in-between
Travelling light with a heavy conscious
Hasten the pace, a quick spur of the mule
Within this small package lies something precious
And, the baggage it brings belongs only to you
Marcus McKinley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-long-journey-along-a-narrow-path/
