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.
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Author:
Thinker (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Very interesting poem that pulled me in..... I like very much!
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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.
I'm also glad you enjoyed it!
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