Footprints

I feel the soft, wet sand under my bare feet.

I look behind me 

I see my footprints 

I see my footprints from when I was small 

I see were footprints are just lines from years of dragging on

I see the footprints were I was running

I see the hand prints from when I would fall 

I see where a set of footprints intertwined mine 

I see where those footprints veer away and intertwine with another

I now see my feet all wrinkled and gray

I see ahead of me where I know I cannot go on 

I lay my head on the cold sand that's always carried my feet

and I rest

Author's Note

um I just randomly got the inspiration to write this I guess i feel like im in the middle of dragging myself on.

Reviews

[Dolly]

Your poem is lovely... Even though it's sad, with regards to growing old and not being able to carry on. :) well done