Footprints
How many can we count?
How many would we permute?
From our cradle to our departure,
From our infancy to our retiring days.
They're ubiquitous,
Hidden in secret places,
Cloaked in our chambers,
Those of the gone days,
Those of the departed.
Some are immortalized,
Archived for the unborn,
Some are recalcitrant to leave the stage,
They're hologramed in the mind,
Some are like the sun,
They rise after a sinking spell.
They are patterned on the sands of time,
Some are covered by the wind and clime,
Dawn heralds our footprints,
It calls us back from our dream state.
March 8, 2023.
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