Sidewalk Of Sun Poem by Christine K. Trease

The shuffle of feet on the sidewalk of sun leaves all chaos behind.
Folks rub off their cumbersome troubles and go on with a clearer mind.
They dispose their distress on the concrete, and they cleanse their encumbering woes,
and carry on lighter of burdens, and return to their life-given roles.
One can watch as a person rubs troubles away, and a smile creeps back to each face.
It's refreshing to witness them scuff off their grief and behold as their hardships erase.
Trouble scrubbed from the sole and released to the air takes wings and disposes all doubt and despair,
then mankind carries on as if never affected now that the sorrow's been rightly rejected.
So when your troubles get too hard to carry, and your life holds no pleasure or fun,
take a trip to the hard luck neighborhood and come walk on the sidewalk of sun.