No End

It was with a disheartened resolve and aching feet that the hermit disembarked on a journey with no end.
Where he wanted to lay and rest, not a saved soul knew because all that was shared was the time of day and what a good world this was. "The Lord gave me enough for which I began anew. Sun is high up. Stars bright. I'm marching on through for another one such as this."
Thus the old man made a day of walking, pausing to ponder the miracle of breathing and talking. He spoke to any creature willing to listen, about how he just loves the friendships he was in. 
He'd leave after the twentieth word, just lose interest and sprint. His bandages dripped with ozz right through the weeds masquerading as shoes on his weeping feet. 
Where he'd go, with that smile of gold. Nobody ever truly knows.
But The Lord gave him enough to start anew, and eventually he got a brand new pair of leather shoes.