Wednesday 19 October 2011

FOOTSTEPS ON WET CONCRETE


Footsteps on wet concrete

Fixed in time, never to retreat

Random thoughts, carved in stone

Of love and life; and, heart and bone

The changing face of the aging clock

 As moments crumble on striking rock

Plow or toil; strive or climb

But can it change the arrow of time?

Footsteps on wet concrete

Isn't  life just a one way street?


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