The Walk

The Walk

A Poem by Bonnie Masters
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This is an old diddy from an older account MorganMasters, hope you enjoy the ramblings!

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I have the company of many,

but not great company they keep.

For time is of the essence and yet still they do sleep.


I await on bated breath,

the seconds until I shall see,

the face's that I seek, with eyes that burn so deep.


Countless moments are cherished

Countless hours are lost,

Countless memories are admired, although some I do gloss.


Fresh flowers I do tread upon,

they lay across the ground,

My feet recount the steps of many, friends sleeping safe and sound.


Inescapable that I am here,

Time passes, passes so quick

Friends are waiting there for me, of shock it shows no trick


In the ground they slumber,

all of my old friends,

And today I shall join them, for today it is my End


© 2012 Bonnie Masters


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Beautifully done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Bonnie Masters
Bonnie Masters

Manchester, Greater Manchester, United Kingdom



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I'm a college student who enjoys writing poetry, short stories and sometimes full length novels when the time screams for it! I enjoy feedback so whenever you can send me a message or a comment and.. more..

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