Press Me
Most people want to make their mark
but leave a mess instead,
by stomping in with heavy boots
where Angels fear to tread.
The deep impressions that you made
weren't obvious from the start;
but the marks you made on others' lives
were pressed upon the heart.
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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