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Footprints

Footprints in Sand - Picture of Florida, United States - Tripadvisor

Has anyone seen,
Little footprints so keen,
On the sandy shore,
Where the wind blows galore.

Inquisitive footprints that freely ambled,
Near the lowly hut that was in shambles,
Running along the shoreline,
A pair of which were mine.

Mine, or were they figments?
Of imagination’s colorful pigments,
Washed away by the waves that rushed,
Memories, that got shushed.

Shushed, but now awaking,
Is that a cuckoo singing?
I swear there is no change,
In its melodious vocal range.

Change I do observe,
In the memories I now conserve,
Gone are the happy footprints,
Replaced by ambitious newspaper prints.
  
Prints bearing the works,
Of those dining with fine forks,
And silver-plated knives,
While the ordinary crowd like bee hives.

Hives of confines,
Social and mental fake “I’m fine's",
Strangling of fictional aspirations,
By the grim factual realizations.

How will justice reach the strangled?
Restore the lost empathy to those entangled,
In society’s fake strings,
Of the futile pampering.

My mirror tells,
Break out of such spells,
Look at yourself in the present,
You’re yet not decadent.

You have time to revert,
From the corrupt,
Return is priced at zero dimes,
Just follow those little footprints on the sands of times.








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  1. This is absolutely gorgeous! I can relate to it so much and it has a very I
    Universal appeal. 🥰🥰

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  2. Classic gives the message to follow the nature and turn away from so called civilized culture of a corrup and derelict society

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    1. Thanks! I am very pleased that my views reached you.

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