Some days it feels the journey isn’t worth it
Those are the days to dig your heels in deep
And if you need a sign look to the earth, it
Keeps going while the going’s there to keep
So take a breath my Qasimi sojourner
And give your weary eye a little rest
Seek out your willow that will shade a learner
Whose body mind and soul are in the quest
Think to when he the best of all creation
Reclined against that old devoted tree
His face supplying all the recreation
That his companions would ever need
May leisure quench your spirit yielding strength
To grow and serve throughout the journey’s length