Brother in Arms

December 2, 2010
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I ran before I walked,
because you guided my path.
Your knowledge is mine,
passed down from your experiences.
You led,
I followed,
my footprint growing to match yours.
A strong shove,
a push in the right direction,
a lesson in independence
and responsibility.

So I learned to run,
quickly matching your speed.
I began not to follow,
but to lead.
Though the path may be unkempt,
rugged with unpaved terrain,
I endure the pain,
to challenge myself
against your haste.

I am the sum of my experiences,
and your contribution burns
an eternal flame,
an everlasting mark on my life.

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