Dotted Lines Of Footprints
Dotted lines of footprints
Across The shell strewn strand
Fleeting proof and not so subtle hints
of passages of child and man
Tell-trail trace of Human presence
Impressed deep into the sand
Doomed to be no more than flimsy evidence
Soon erasedby Neptune's hand
While not far away there also lay
More substantial prints of child and man
embossed in bed of ancient clay
Unfazed by Nature's hand
Dotted lines of footprints
One fleeting...One made to last
So different and yet so similar since
They've both become the past
They both could be reminders
To Us of the Fleeting nature of time`
And that we might be better minders
...Of the prints we leave behind...
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