You are looking over my shoulder
At everything I see
For, even as I get older,
I'm not as wise as I should be;
Your hand is on my shoulder
Pointing the way ahead,
Urging me to be bolder
Or to tread safely instead;
My blood once ran through your veins
When you were put to the test,
Now, even as the light wanes,
You still want me to be best;
So together we will travel
Until all the days are gone,
Tomorrow and the future unravel
With you still looking on.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
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- Published: March 31st, 2025 13:32
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
A beautiful poem of a helping power whether God, a companion, a father or mother it is reassuring. Lovely
Beautiful
A lovely write of supporting each other and standing together until the end, enjoyed the read
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