Friendship

Masking

Friend I ask one last thing,
And that is to walk with me.

But tread slow won't you?
This isn't your own path.

I've put on the wrong shoes,
and I seem to tread toward danger.

I know it's a great big hassle,
But this is the last Ill ask from you.

Because the path behind us,
Sticks to the bottom of my shoes.

And it seems the weight I can't shed,
Is going to lead me right back.

And I get confused which way is which,
So I'm glad you finally agreed.

Now when I walk from truth,
You'll lead my feet back home.

But that's not all why I asked,
See I asked you to walk my path, beside me.

And we don't ever stop walking until death,
So stay by my side, to the very end, my dear friend.

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2018 04:30
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18
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  • Lorna

    Very interesting poem that pulled me in..... I like very much!

    • Masking

      I'm glad you enjoyed it!

    • Goldfinch60

      We all walk our own paths and others may join us on that path but they too have their own paths. I am quite happy to walk on your path for a while but my path will eventually lead me away. Good write.

      • Masking

        I'm also glad you enjoyed it!



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