Rotation

it is my turn
to swim, to run
travel tough times
and walk in water
millions not required
few coins we are after
to feed loved ones
growing daughters, young sons
and allowing some rest
when the day is done

Path

Chosen hard road
not many will take
Travellers, passers by
admirable pity to fake
destiny you decide
desert, oasis, lake
scorching skin bake
Till another day ends