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Ross J Porter Nov 2012
We walked through our youth filled time
Along a common path through life
I oft paid your tolls, you oft paid mine
Together we mastered our trail.

And you stood by me despite the wild and the sea,
Through both the straights and twisted routes.
And when off I forged for a new road home
You walked beside this fool, this me.

And next to you, I was glad to be,
As from your many storms you fought to break free
Though ruts and roots and thrown debris
Hampered your path, we cleared your way.

Then came that cross-roads, that vexed choice
Of different paths to follow ahead
And without even waving good-bye
We took our divergent roads away.

There was that day, I missed your voice
I forged the wood to find you on your path.
But I arrived on a path so strange to me,
I could not chart the course to you.

So back I walked to my own path.
And I missed you and I feared you lost,
So then, at each new crossroads I'd yell
For my old friend, but only silence came in reply.

Then ahead of me on my same path,
One day I met the one who'd share this walk with me.
What a joy to meet her on my same route,
Walking the same trail I had chosen.

So know, please, old friend, though our time
Met it's end, I walk now in joy
Hand in hand with a lovely soul
Who lights my path as I light hers

We chose separate byways long ago
But still I would like you to know
I found  joy along my new path
And I pray that you have found it too.

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