Thinking of the past

As I walk through life
Across this land
I leave some footprints
In the sand

Lives are like mountains
Full of ups and downs
Some live in cities
Others live in towns

You only get from life
Whatever you put in
Taking small steps
And caring from within

Life can take many paths
Be full of twists and turns
It matters not where you go
This is how the body learns

Looking back along the beach
My footprints have all gone
It's an Image I remember
Never mind where I'm from

Paul Connelly 25/05/2020

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