Footsteps
FOOTSTEPS
From cradle to grave,
Such is life
Where we follow certain steps,
First refrain
Emitting from mouth,
A somewhat gargled sound
Of ‘Ga- Ga, Mum- Mum or is it Da-Da,’
After which
Came the dummy spitting bit,
Followed quickly by
Rejection of their mother’s milk,
‘Twas favoured now
A solid feed of solids,
Courtesy of good ole Macca’s
Or Hungry Jacks,
Then before you knew it
Off like a rocket crawled
Now as toddler
Next spurt of growth
Taking of uncertain steps
But then in a wink
You’re now a fully fledged ankle-biter
With wonky feet,
At that time before you knew
Running here,
Running there,
Everywhere you ran,
As you grew,
Then grew, grew and grew some more
Into becoming
One of life’s little mysteries so,
A teenager no doubt of the fact
Still reliant of Mum and not so much on Dad,
Rushing here or rushing there
Rushing just ‘bout everywhere,
For seeming subsequently out of nowhere,
You didn’t walk
For that was unbecoming you,
You drove a car instead.
For now a grown person you’d become
Then as life became this journey
Slowly,
Ever so slowly forth
This child of once before
Enters
Into their twilight zone,
Stooped forward so
Now with walking frame
Or by stick,
Is their means of mobility?
For you see
In each stage of life
Each,
That each of us
Has a place to go,
Therefore!
It is the way that you’ll portray,
Or express one ’s self
By how you’ll you get on there
For it simply shows,
The age,
The maturity,
That you have reached.......
So, twinkle, twinkle of little steps..............
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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