This is all a journey,
and neither of us knows
the destination.
Let us just enjoy
whatever road we travel together,
for however long fate allows,
no matter where it all ends.
Hold my hand, sweet friend
and walk beside me
for there are places
I do not wish
to go without you.
© Photograph courtesy of Damian Wild (Footsteps in the Snow)
4 comments:
Hints of death in this poem. A little unsettling. Although I may have totally read it wrong.
I think everyone sees something different here. One friend said it reminded him of marriage, another told me she saw the journey into old age in the poem.
I will leave you to your own interpretation, and I appreciate the comments, and the insight, as always.
~max
It reminds me of US!
I hope so. It was intended to.
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