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Footprints

Footprints in the sand, but none in front of us
 
As we walked holding hands one late afternoon
 
But behind us, the waves wash away our tracks
 
Like we never were! And it made us feel picayune
 
In this universe with its billion galaxies!
 
We’re here one moment, and gone much too soon
 
No monuments to celebrate our earthly stay
 
No lays nor eulogies, no one to play our tune!
 
10-07-2016
© Vic A Evora

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