Mortal Footprints
Oh what a fine example makes
Free of malice and past mistakes
No footprint born of mortal man
That treks across both sea and sand
Nor golden god on winged horse
That maps our world or steers our course
Our deeds are there for all to see
Forever near our fate shall be
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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