I Don't Mean To Ask If You Know Who I Am.
Nor Do I Ask If You Know Of My Past.
I'd Ask If You Would Be Attentive, If You Can.
For These Words Are My Soul. Written For You, To Read And Behold,
To Find And Guide, And To Help You Realize
That You Are One Of A Kind.
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I've Made This My Duty, My Own Personal Legend.
To Hold Open Pretend Doors.
To Walk With You Up Stairs Along With Those Who Care.
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Not Saying That Life Is A Walk Through The Park,
But Knowing Who You Are Is More Commonly Found Alone And In The Dark.
Like Waking Up In Morning Sheen To See Things More Clear And Differently.
My Poetry Rhymes To Redeem, And My Words Are Chosen For Mystery.
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To Reflect For Effect, To Reach A Goal We Have To Stretch.
To Reach Our Purpose, We Must Sketch.
And To Reach Unity As One, All We Have To Do Is Take That First Step.
[May 16, 2026]
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Author:
Joseph Michael Marek (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2026 11:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Because this is what friends help their friends do.
- Category: Friendship
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