Does Not Take Much
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Does Not Take Much
The dust of yesterday,
clings to my shoes,
and tries to slow down...
my breathing.
It is just dried clay,
stuck to nothing important.
I can walk it off,
I can buy new shoes.
I can choose to go barefoot,
and leave all my troubles...
behind.
Yesterday a world gone,
Today, one to hold on to...
Tomorrow anyone's guess.
A new pair of shoes,
a warm coat,
and maybe...
a few dollars in the pocket,
held close and waiting to spend,
on just the right thing,
that would bring a smile,
to you and me,
for free...
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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