Under
bridges, around the trees
so hard to
find good shoes for me,
beyond the
river, across the brook
The past is
where each step I took,
I leave
behind a footprint so
you’re sure
to know which way I go.
Finally, when
my trips complete -
how great if
you would rub my feet

1 comment:
From head to toes I love your prose!
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