Footprints

June 15, 2016

In the sand of time we live only a moment,

and in this sad place we leave only a mark.

Some stand by watching, leaving only a small dent,

but sometimes these dents, can lead from the dark.

Regardless of size all mankind has a footprint.

Only for a short time do they stay in the sand.

As time passes and the wind blows, people lament,

for their trail has stopped, and what's left is a mark in the sand.

Some trails lead to shimmering bright pleasant places,

and some only to dark, cruel, malicious hate.

It depends on whose marks you put your paces,

and upon whose footprints you plant your stake.

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