Walk me along the old roads
The cobblestone and grass.
Hurt me not while we walk,
Hold me close to stumble not.
Walk me down to my old home
It creaks and sways like me.
Help me through the threshold,
And look on memories so gold.
Help me up to my old room,
Walk me into bed.
Close my eyes and say goodbye,
For I just want to be dead.
Then walk with me, like men before
On the ocean and times of old.
Hold out your hands
And take mine too,
I need those digits no more.
And when we cross, with staff in hand,
To light and clouds above,
Do not be sad, no do not cry,
Because I have died in love.
So walk with me, one last time,
And hold me to the sky.
It moves like waves, and drops sometimes,
But still has room to fly.
Goodbye, my sons, and daughters so good,
Protect the world I leave.
Be better than me, replace my trees
And be all I hope you would be.
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Poetry Portfolio
PoetryThese are several poems I have written in the past few years. They can get depressive, so fair warning.
