The stones I walk on are old and worn out
thousands of feet have gone by here in time
moving away from events or towards
running or strolling, children’s, old people’s,
so many feet have been going this road
so many people have been where I am,
I feel one of them, on with my life now
I walk by, one in the crowd, that walks on.


Comments on: "Walk" (4)

  1. Timeless movement is something I reflect on too. As always your words make me think, which is something I really enjoy

  2. A lovely reflective piece


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