My Humble Request

please yourself my friend
i stop to make you walk ahead of me
you seem to follow me
and this i cannot do for another day
for i am a simple man
not even a monk that heads the
department of holiness

go ahead, walk ahead of me
for i will stop and rest awhile
to see the red rose
blooming on the mountainside.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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