FOOTPRINTS
Stepping from the curb,
as soon as there is step one,
let the world be aware,
a new path has now begun.All of the ups and downs,
all of the twists and turns,
much laughter, many tears,
through the lessons, one learns.Footprints, on your path through life,
all of the prints do not belong to you,
for every encounter along your way,
footprints are left an they pass through.The path holds prints of so many,
of all you have even known,
to follow the trail from step one,
is the story of how you've grown.
all the people, the good and the bad,
they've left prints along your way,
all part of the game of life we play.There is no better, there is no worse,
it is all how our time has been used,
for no matter how we spent our days,
and for all we've loved and amused,
The breathing continues, until it ends,
you'll be the last to ever know,
for the final time our eyes do close,
it will be total rest, from head to toe.The footprints upon your path,
will matter to none again,
but many paths will have your prints,
for everywhere you've ever been.
©Written by: Ed Kassirer
February 8, 2003