August 9, 2019-
Footsteps moving forward,
attached to a body
carrying a glass half-full.
Footsteps moving backward,
in search of the Good Old Days
that never were.
Footsteps moving sideways,
trying to avoid taking a stand.
Footsteps jumping up and down,
feigning anger over things
which could be fixed,
if only the body
to which they are attached,
took action.
Feet standing still,
neither stepping,
nor shuffling,
just waiting for
the cavalry to arrive.
Eloquently expressed and thought provoking.
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Thank you, Magarisa, and many blessings to you.
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Evocative! Nice one.
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Thank you, Heath!
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