Remember

Look at the ground
Look at the footprints
Do you see them move?
Do you see their destination?

I see the past of other’s feet
Some that run, some that hide
Others that followed, those who led
And of course, the saddest ones

Those who seeked to find themselves
Amongst the trees whose leaves did fall
But to my despair, one had failed
And her footsteps end where I stand...

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Down

Sitting in the gutter
Scrounging for food
Looking up at the sky
Waiting for answers

Faded brown eyes
Once twinkled with delight
Stringy thin hair
Once fuller and soft

A darling smile
Now cracked and saddened
An uplifting spirit
Now drowned with grief

Cowering from cold
Night falls down
Another lonely night
Hiding from rain

People stare,
As she sits on the curb
With a tattered brown dress
Covered in filth

Scrawny and weak,
From the lifestyle she leads
Brave and courageous,
From the passion that drives her