Who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
Be a friend and comrade blithly full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And frolic in fancy play,
Like a happy child, through strewn flowery fields gay
out there on the fringe
Where he walks a mile with me.
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
with stars that shine out over darkening lea
A friend who knows
with sweet words that cheer the way
Where he walks that mile with me.
With such a comrade, such a friend,
I fair could walk till journey's end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
beyond any words that I could name
always a constant ~ a welcoming stable~
small as a ball ~ lost and afraid ~
he was there to pave a way
he caught me as I falling
was raised by gestured words and smiles everytime
oftentimes through hot stained tears
gentle encourager ~ through to this day
a friend who accepts
who simply is
but so much more
seized a light
where all was dark
and kept that flame
that barely flickered
a spark
brightly alive and well
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Adaptation
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