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Apr 2015
He walks the walk that many have walked
His feet unsteady on the ground.
A hand, it holds him, that he may not fall.
The hand, it's steady, leading him on.

One day he'll walk that walk many have walked
His feet unsteady no more
The hand that held him, it'll pat his back
Hoping he'll turn back and not frown
I wrote this after I was inspired by a mother I saw at Al Qasba, Sharjah
J Lobo
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J Lobo  30/Cisgender Male
(30/Cisgender Male)   
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