Most walk these halls
Leaving only the dust of their feet —
Delible footprints from vacuous souls.
A few rise above the din
Of footfalls and empty proclamations,
Making their imprint last
Beyond what custodians can sweep
And time diminish.
Thanks for these lines, Jutes. I certainly appreciate your kindness, now and always.
ReplyDeleteYou are very much welcome, Hess. In turn, I have and will always treasure your friendship.
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