The long walk

I have walked and I am walking,
And I will keep on walking the same road,
That my parents have walked.

I stumbled and fall, I am raised and told tom keep on walking. I am not not a stick to hold and support myself.

They tell me, keep walking, I am forced to walk
 without any rod in my hand.

I have grown weak, I have walked 47 years with stumbling and shivering hands.
My legs are weakened by so much stress.

I have taken a long walk, I have no place to rest.
When will I keep on walking?