Thorns

Let me walk
over the thorns
that are laid in my path

A flower smiles
among the thorns
which I woo to kiss the flower

You walk with me
over the thorns
my true friends you really are

Lift me not
lest I forget
how sore are the feet on which you walk

I walked I listened
a leader you made me
but now leave and bother me not

Let me go
the way I want
and disturb not as I meditate long

Shun not a a good counselor
but welcome him with an open heart
one with you in harder times leave him not at any cost!