Those footsteps ahead
are now footsteps behind
The past but a memory
the future declines
My cadence is slowing
my direction unclear
When frozen in place
on the wind I can hear
Quiet footsteps ahead
louder footsteps behind
Their sound fast approaching
to reclaim and remind
The years stay unpromised
except for the end
Each step left unwalked
trailing closer—portends
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2019)
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