My Friend and I

Walk a while with me, my friend,
Along the far byways that wend
And wind deep in philosophy,
Where wisdom’s always said to be.

This world may seem a foreign place
Where we pass through and leave no trace
A moment now, my friend and I,
Will take before our passing by.

And we will share the tales and tears,
We’ll share the joys and halve the fears,
We’ll take the moments as they rise,
Sorrows bear and happiness prize.

So step out bravely on the road,
Forget you bear a heavy load.
A friend beside you makes this life seem
A sweeter world than you might now dream.

E.M. Swift-Hook