Footsteps of A Broken Man

A poem I wrote during a lonely period in my life

Every shoe print planted firmly

No destination, just direction

Sorrow hangs from heavily shoulders

A pilgrimage to find perfection

His bag is packed for many winters

Though he steps as light as snow

Till stopping briefly at a crossroad

Treading land where no man goes

He leaves a trail a path behind

Following a changing plan

Lifting hope his one ambition

The footsteps of a broken man

He turns a corner, sees a lady

His heart sinks like a solid stone

And back he turns, retracing footsteps

Walks the empty path alone

A drought that seems to last an era

Takes its toll on weary feet

The man collapses, barely breathing

Coughing sand, admits defeat

He leaves a trail a path behind

Following a changing plan

Lifting hope his one ambition

The footsteps of a broken man