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Footprints and feet in the sand, on the grass, on concrete, in the mountains, the rough and smooth terrains, on soft padded surfaces, on a marathon track and a sports arena, dangling from a high seat or planted on the floor, in shoes; closed, open, new or old, torn, patched up, padded, or no shoes at all; imprints on a sandy beach or a freshly washed floor, a deep footrpint because you sunk into the mud too deep, or a long ugly one becasue you slid on a slippery surface….
One day your shoes will tell your story,
Of everywhere they went,
Every room they stepped into,
Every opportunity you went for,
Every door you knocked on or that they knocked down.
One day they’ll tell of:
How you stumbled,
And how your feet got you up,
And still carried you, forged forward…
And how they stubbornly stuck to one foot in front of the other even when your knees refused to comply…but your feet held on and forged forward.
