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Mutual Mentality of the Heart

When you walk behind me
it's as if you expect me to lead

and that's too much for you to expect.

When you walk ahead of me
it would appear  that you're superior

and that too, is too much for you to expect.

But, should you tarry next to me
we will be as equals,

partners in this thing called life;

and we will compliment each other
by our absence of shadowed motives,

and together we can survive whatever comes our way.

When you lean on me
I will stable your posture

if you help carry my weight, I'll make it brief

Let our journey begin
and let it display to all

the harmony that is ours from within.

We share both, a delightful strut
and a comfortable stride

and our gate is metered by mutual respect;

and somehow that comforts me
and I feel close to you

and I cherish the grace of your intentions, and the purity of you.

— docmaverick, Nov 12, 2009

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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Antoinette Mar…

16 years 6 months ago

And Doc....If it were....

at all my choice, I would always walk beside you....on level ground...This write sets me to be thinking more about my daily walk...thank you for reminding me....enjoyable read...Antoinette Mari
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lyz

16 years 6 months ago

Dear Doc

I am smiling. When my grandparents were young and had three of their kids at the time, my grandfather always walked ahead but when crossing the street he would stand beside on the side the traffic would come. My nan called him a peacock,lol. This was such a lovely poem. Love Lyz. XX
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press

16 years 6 months ago

Doc

Doc when the reader can tell in the first few lines of a poem it's good. Then that a great poem