Friends Walking Home
The three friends walked, in the rising day,
Not fast or slow, but in a steady pace.
The three friends walked, one more time,
Without looking at each other, or looking back.
One of them wanted to run, his legs came to life,
But he kept his pace, to not leave his two friends.
His feet felt light, and the road felt large,
But he didn’t want to be alone, not that night.
The second one felt tired, and wanted to slow
Down. His head felt heavy, and his breath needed rest.
He had to make efforts, to keep up with the
Group, but anything was better than being alone.
The last one, led the way, he knew where they
Were going, he knew the walk. He didn’t run
Or walk too slow, he knew the pace to keep
To find the way home.
They knew well, if they were alone, the road
Would be more difficult, and darker.
But they had each other, for the rest of the
Walk, so they continue, their journey home.