Walking on white
Powder soft sand
My footprints
Left impressions,
Little signs
Indicating my presence
In the recent past.
As I returned later,
I paused
And struggled to find
Signs of any footprints
As the incoming waves
Advanced,
Slowly, but surely
Erasing the memory
Of my presence…
Walking through life
What impressions do I leave?
What memories
Shall last longest?
Time moves on
Progressing inevitably
Towards that day when,
My last footprint
Shall disappear
Only for more footprints
To take my place.
a point that has crossed many minds, will we be remembered after we are gone or will we be forgotten, nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Throughout time, we always leave our traces behind, sometimes for others to follow. Once, our footprints are set, they are there even if we can no longer see them, God is the witness that they were set, well penned Paul, you got my vote 10+, keep it up...(Please my poem titled 'A POET'S FOOTPRINTS'...THANKS