Foot Prints

by *rach*and*bee*   Nov 4, 2005


By Bee

the sun rises
to a warm day
the rain falls
turns to snow
the leaves turn orange
and red
they fall
and are blown to the wind
days pass
then months
soon we are losing our years
and if we look behind us
we'll see a never ending path of foot prints
maybe even some places where we may have sat down
thinking our selfs failures
but we realize it's just self pity
so we stand up again
and began to walk on our paths
choosing our next move carefully
or not carefully enough.....

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  • 19 years ago

    by Ali

    Nice job bee

  • 19 years ago

    by aaron c s

    You always think of great messages to portray. i really liked the wordshow they didnt match perfectly but thats what made the poem so good.

  • 19 years ago

    by goddessofsong

    O that is a nice one bee! awsome job