Between The Footsteps Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Between the footsteps
Is easy going about
And everything that keeps
In between doubt

The road might be long
Or leading to nowhere
With steps deep and strong
Those were made there

On streets of many
Much is going on
Worth a dime or a penny
Or anything under the sun

The world is a big place
If you are quite small
And turning to many ways
But that is not all

For everything shall unbolt
In one way or two
Or go about and revolt
But that is all up to you

We are here together
In making this a home base
Or something even better
That we’d call our own place