O who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And let his frolic fancy play,
Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way
Where he walks a mile with me.
And who will walk a mile with me
Along life's weary way?
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,—
A friend who knows, and dares to say,
The brave, sweet words that cheer the way
Where he walks a mile with me.
With such a comrade, such a friend,
I fain would walk till journeys end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
And then?—Farewell, we shall meet again!
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This poem is very special to me. I actually had it tattooed on my back. For me, it is my memorial to my best friend Greg who passed away. I read it to him the day that he died. It explains our relationship perfectly, he walked a mile with me many a time. Miss you, Love you.
JENN -
A very happy piece. One of the greatest pleasure of visiting OldPoetry is being able to escape all of the cutting and suidal poems so many choose to write today. Thank you for the reprieve!
♥ Kimberly -
This one was worthy of song- so I did it! It had good structure and rhythm, and a good story line.
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