In My Own Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every word for every day
Is all I have to give
This and that in my own way
Is how I come to live
What you find might be true
In every footstep going
Those could be for me or you
Our prints there out showing

Every feel is a touch to me
To make and do each time
So much of love that is free
In colors of its prime
You know you feel as much too
With everything you are
With what a day is in renew
From the close or to afar

Each opportunity on the road
Is only for a short while
Take of your shoes and load
So much lies hidden in beguile
There is no time to change
The world outside that is old
But you can adjust and rearrange
What you in a footstep hold