Footprints In the Mud
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Has she been sleep walking all her life?
Or has her frustrated volition taken the upper hand
And determined what she should remember
Or what she should best forget?
What was their life like, when as children
They loved to race each other in muddy fields,
Leaving their footprints in the wet clay?
There, his strides were deeper than hers
For he was stout, and she was thin.
But as time passed the length of each heavy step got shorter,
Their days grew lonelier and lonelier.
Until in the muddy field there was but one set of strides.
Then the rains came
And wiped all footprints from the field of mud.
30 April 2021
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Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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