Footprints- A concrete poem

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Yesterday, I





sat on a bench at the



How many



How long


Is that



I fear
edge of the beach. I saw

heartbreaks did that
did that little
family always

I’ll never
couples, children, families.

couple have to go

child’s skinned

happy, or

get through
Laughing, Playing, Smiling.

through to become

knee take

does it take

without
They looked so happy



so blissful?



to heal?


hard work?


you

But I wondered if

they really were.










I took my thoughts to the edge of the shore and began






to walk. When you left, my world stopped. But as I walked,






I noticed something. The people kept swimming. The birds





kept flying. The dolphins kept jumping. Life proceeds, despite







the obstacles, despite the pain in my heart. You know,











It’s easy to recognize the bad things in life.











Your departure. My loneliness. But, it is












even easier to dismiss the beautiful












things like health, my friends, and my











family. And since you’ve been away, I











ignored all of those things—all of the











things that make the hard times worth










it. In the midst of my deep thinking, my










eyes were drawn to the imprints in the









sand. Feet—big, small, shallow and deep.









All of the people who made those prints









suffered through obstacles. It is a part of








life. So why should I let it bring me down?









From this day forward, I thank you. Not









for only the good times, but even the










bad. Thank you for leaving your










footprints on my
life.











Thank you. Thank you.













Thank you.





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