Walk Through Me
Walk Through Me
If I could be there by your side.
If only some way you could see.
I’d take you gently by the hand
and take a walk through me.
Be cautious of the broken road,
it gets better as we go.
It’s paved with good intentions
and all the things I didn’t know.
Over there you’ll see some mountains,
I climbed them all but one.
I hope someday to climb it too
before my time is done.
You see that forest yonder?
It’s trees encased in frost.
It was deep within its shadows
where my innocence was lost.
I was too young to understand
the things that someday be.
A stranger in the nighttime
stole that away from me.
The bones there in the clearing
are from dragons I have slain.
I fought with everything I had
til not one of them remain.
Beware that raging river!
It runs both deep and wide.
Not made of rain from heaven.
It’s made from tears I cried.
That iron frame that used to be
a bridge that I once burned.
Reminding me from time to time
hard lessons that I learned.
You see that house up on that hill?
On the door it bears my name.
No one lives there anymore,
it is my house of shame.
That book that’s lying on its porch,
it’s cover is so worn.
Words inside written in red
it’s pages ripped and torn.
It saved me many times before
that’s all that I can say.
Except I guess, to tell the truth
it’s still saving me today.
Up around this bend a ways
puts a smile on my face.
It’s unselfish deeds I’ve done,
and it’s called my happy place.
Well it seems it’s getting late
but thank you for the time.
Maybe we’ll return one day
in perhaps another rhyme?
If I might ask before you go
one favor if you please.
Leave with me a smile or two
for my box of memories.
Edwin C Hofert
Nov 28 2017
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2017
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