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The Walks
The Walks
It was an honor to hold your hand
As you prepared your walk to the other side.
This simple act was humbling.
To be the last person with you
As you took your leave
Quietly, gracefully into death.
I did not know you
But you needed someone present.
It just happened that I was there.
Assisting life entering our world,
Witnessing life as it departs from it
Are profound experiences.
One we have all been through.
The other waiting for every one of us,
Each with our own expiration date.
It’s a simple act,
Some of the best are.
Simply holding a hand.
It’s not unlike holding the hand
Of one having difficulty
Crossing a street.
It’s not always the act,
But the meaning behind it
To join with another
Not just to help
To share in knowing
one is not alone
That you, too,
Are not alone
And never have been.
Copyright ©
Keith Warren
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