You’re hanging over a precipice, <br />looking down; you know you are going to fall. <br />At the last moment, a hand grasps yours. <br />A stranger whom you cannot see. <br />Slowly they haul you from your fate to be. <br />Their face you still cannot see, <br />but their words echo around you, <br />come on my brother follow me. <br /> <br />Foot holds come one at a time, <br />safety is now assured. <br />Slowly you move upwards, <br />one-step at a time along the way. <br />At the top the stranger is waiting, <br />his face blocked by the sun. <br />His voice is gentle and serine, <br />come on my brother follow me <br /> <br />You climb to your feet and follow, <br />as he begins to lead the way. <br />In his footsteps, you follow, <br />each and every day. <br />You learn things with every step. <br />You learn to have humility, <br />with everyone to you chance to meet, <br />a lesson well learnt and greet. <br /> <br />You still hear his words, <br />come on my brother follow me, <br />you still have a lot to learn, <br />and I have little time to teach thee. <br />You follow him through dangerous paths, <br />but no ill falls upon you. <br />You follow him until your dying day, <br />and into the next life to. <br /> <br />And, all the time his words, <br />they seem to follow you, <br />come on my brother follow me. <br />You walk where he walks, <br />and see what he sees, <br />and when its time to part, <br />his words are still with you, <br />come on my brother follow me.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/follow-me-14/
