Footprints

Footprints etched into the sand,
Each one different, each unique,
Those before us walked down this path,
And now, it’s finally our turn.

Walking away from shelter,
Going down our own paths,
Separating everywhere and nowhere,
Nothing being the same.

Tearful farewells,
Wishes that this was all a dream,
But, life’s a blessing, life’s a curse,
And we have to make our own footprints...

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From the desk of the mental banana-waffle-pancake-pickle (goose-fork):

This is for graduation...please R&R and give me some suggestions. I’m probably going to cry while reading this, I love my class so much...