Pretty Shoes and Cracked Feet

Once I'm gone I'll only be remembered a small while I'm a tiny tick on a large dial The words I breathe will stretch about a mile Even those who are in history books the Kings writers and famous cooks The gorgeous people with talent and looks They too in the end fade away Don't get me wrong it's all okay We might try to hold on but none of us can stay All have a bit part on this watery ball of granite and clay Some are calm others make waves One smooth skinned another shaves She loves him while he's attracted to Dave They both pretend because they have to behave Each in their own prison living like a slave The preacher too plays his part trying to find people to save Some couples love from the start till death She breathes in he exhales her breath Their children thrive Bobby and Beth While some mothers go it alone Daddies leave and are never known Children left to learn life from a smart phone Some chase riches when other just want to eat Walking on pretty shoes while poor men have cracked feet The music plays so clearly yet we fail to hear the beat So I wonder what's it all for This wanting more and more Is that really God knocking at our door Yes it is I believe it at my core So why do we leave it closed Maybe because we fear our sins will be exposed a life manicured and posed could be unfroze Freedom from each prison chose Instead why not drink from the garden hose Wear our humanity discard these labeled clothes Count down the future with fingers and toes Within a momentary breath each spirit goes As minds open each heart then grows What happens next only God knows!