Come, friend, and walk with me a while
By chance or fate our paths are one for now.
friend or foe, fool or sage, old or young.
my companion you are, for the day,
for life, for some given time in between.
Perhaps our path is not exclusively
our own, and we may come across others...
one, few or more, wandering like ourselves.
I know someday our path will split in two,
and take you on towards your destiny
as I seek mine, unaware of the end.
know that when we part, I'll wish you well.
though now I'm glad to have your company
bringing life to the times between which I...
I walk alone.
Come, friend, and walk with me a while
and as we stride, let us talk, laugh and smile.
6 years ago
This is so beautiful-(and a little heartbreaking).
ReplyDeleteOne of two things in life my heart will never get used to is farewells.
Thank you. This poem is the first i wrote after reading a book on poetry technique. I think the book helped.
ReplyDeletePerhaps the book helped. Perhaps it didn't. However, If everyone, upon completing a book on poetry, would craft something as moving-the whole world would be a poet.
ReplyDeleteYou are too kind. Thank you.
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