Barbara+M

"My Turn" Barbara McGrath

We met in school just a dozen years ago, we saw the beaten path ahead, the plants and trees overgrown, and the ground hard on our feet- but we started it together

But soon the fork appeared, and we were forced to part. I tripped, and I stumbled, on thick roots

And each time I looked up- you would miraculously be there. You kindly took my hand and helped me up,

But now it's my turn to help you up, I grab your hand and together we stumble down the path through the roots.

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