Guide From Afar

By Walter Reed Last updated Dec 26, 2014

As I pass down the pathway of life,
Days go by, it seems without direction or cause
I’m lost in time, floating in space
Some days seem like I’m in a race, pushing the rope
Lost – floating – no direction, just cold and all alone
When I tug at the rope of life,
Something happens, and make’s times so right & bright
‘Tis that lost space in time,
When the cause does not seem true or right

Then I see a shooting star, or the twinkle of light
It could be from the eyes of a friend
Straight from the heavens or the sky late at night
That glow in the heart of my good friend
That makes me realize it is all part of my pathway of life

Poetic Prose

Walter Reed

Disabled American veteran, writer. Was a Volunteer FAA Safety Counceller / Aviation at Aviation Safety Counsel Education Business University, I have forty years of aviation background, and other areas. I worked with people helping them to understand what the rules are and show them how to correct what they were doing incorrectly. Unable to work so I write and share my knowledge in many sources, I do presentations to help disabled folks. Read my poetry, play recorded music, make movies to present to these people. I love St. Jude in what they do. I visit the hospitals and present when I can get a few people together. A smile in the heart of someone in pure gold.

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1 Comment

Frances Ayers says 12 years ago
Very lovely poem!
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