Musings

Time flies by on tiptoed feet caressing tender and weathered cheek Stuttering steps turn to confident strides then back again Only a whisper in the moment No time to own it A laugh, a prayer And, the friendship comes to the inevitable end To wonder if you had meaning or worth What it meant Your time on Earth Were your footprints in stone Or cast in sand Washed away by the ocean tide Did you cast a shadow on that great wall Or were you a mist barely noticed at all A faded memory Your last ride