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My Legacy
My inch deep footprints
In sand still soaked
Stand unbroken.
My path- My long march
Drawn out to see
Indelibly.
The sound of oceans
Still echoes, still
Braes for its fill
And my voice rises
Harmonises
And falls again.
But tides are still tides
Waves are waves and
Footprints can't be saved.
In sand still soaked
Stand unbroken.
My path- My long march
Drawn out to see
Indelibly.
The sound of oceans
Still echoes, still
Braes for its fill
And my voice rises
Harmonises
And falls again.
But tides are still tides
Waves are waves and
Footprints can't be saved.
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Permalink Reply by Leanne Jones on -
I liked this - at first I disagreed with it - (my footprints can be saved,by my childrens memories) - but then I realised that that that won't last forever! - very thought provoking.
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Permalink Reply by Richard Francis on -
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I think, I am more inclined - call it my outlook - to agree with you, not Shakespeare - "Footprints can't be saved", Men won't breath for ever...
Good poem. Sad, but realistic.
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Permalink Reply by Pete (Thed) on -
Great work Luke, the end has really got me.
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Permalink Reply by violet chevasco on -
Nothing ever changes....is that it? Well, if it is I can only agree.I liked this one just as much as the other two I read
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