A forward mail : A Long walk

I'm still walking down the road , as i write this line ,
Been walkin' ever since the first tears rolled down my eyes,
I carry loads of memories , some nice , like old wine,
And some unlucky , like a wrong number in a game of dice.

It was a long walk , there were times when I had to run,
And there were times when time had halted , like a bullet in a loaded gun.
Ironically , the bullet was always fired when I needed a break ,
And when I was ready for a race , all the time was mine to take .

I've met many people on the road , walkin just like me
Few stayed on and walked with me , but few split up at the T
Few routes being smooth and few being cold , some people perished while others grew old
Some of the unlucky were so very dear , now all that're left , are their memories , to hold

So with a handful of friends and a bag full of memories ,I made it till here
My legs might weaken , my friends might leave , my purpose is still not clear
My bag of memories is getting heavy ,but my destiny is still a far leap
I just want to make my journey worthwhile , before I go off to sleep .

Thought.

As time wheezes by ,
there are some moments ,
to be lived through,
Which make up ,
what we are ,
and what we end up like.

This time for once ,
should be like what we ,
make up it to be,
though often we might ,
end up like ,
a mere spectator , than
what we like it to be.

This day for once ,
will not be that day ,
when i see it pass,
and sign by it.