Liquid Traced Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

Right now I am strolling on a road that I have always know,
my footprints thru-out the years are massively embedded and now are shown,
I noticed a few flowers that were thought never ever to bloom have now blossomed and have grown,
I see a few of the baby birds now have managed and are off on their own.

As I stroll along this road, just one of the many I chose to have traveled on for so long,
my how quickly it's foundation has become cracked and broken, very beat-looking,
a lot of it's protective covering is prematurely worn away I ask myself aloud, why?

I'm soon to step from this road a road that has been safe and secure the road that took me to many places,
allowing me to be able to put smiles apon other faces,
when I step from this road I will have left very few salty liquid traces.