He was a tall skinny quiet man,
While she was short and smiled often.
At their wedding ceremony
They exchanged their vows, then,
To his wife he said these words.
Walk not behind me, for we are both equal.
Walk not in front, for nether shall be a leader.
So please, hold my hand and walk beside me,
For together our lives shall be as one,
For never divided shall we be parted
Some years later a little voice said these words.
Walk not behind me, for I do not know the way
Nor walk before me, your steps are longer than mine
But walk beside me, and hold my hand,
For we have a long way to go.
Haven’t we Daddy,
a repeat of a vow
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Re: a repeat of a vow
The meaning of life Bill...relationships. How one relates to another makes all the difference.
The curse that we struggle with constantly is the "dysfunction" of relationships.
The curse that we struggle with constantly is the "dysfunction" of relationships.
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.