POETRY LINKS

These are my lone, soft footprints from the past,

See here– this clear imprint of desire

Or that molded form forever to last.

[Forming the dreams of my lost empire]

Like simple small indented sand castles–

Each step within left its own precious mark,

Trailing memories of life and hassles.

So clearly seen so plain and purely stark.

There is the step for love and one for hate,

One for passion or for sorrowful pain–

Then the playful, joyful, or pleasant gate,

Leaving a vestige, which now will remain.

   This is my life, traced back in the silt sand,

   Imprinted by my own foot by my hand.