STUFF HAPPENS
We'd walk down the roadTraveled many a year in miles
Side by side
Then it was times to part
A turnpike had been reached
A mist had descended covering us both
So leading to confused mind of thoughts
I went my way - or so I mistakenly thought
My friend went the way my friend chose
The mist cleared -
My friend just need to walk with out saying out
Just needed me to walk beside him as we had been
When my freinds needs to talk - he will - I'll be ready as always - I am
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2015-07-20 at 22:19
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