Fuzzy

 

Footprints in the Sand

I watched you walk away 

As anger flamed uncontrollably 

The fires ravaged our love 

Scorching the foundation 

Long after the flames died 

After the embers grew dark 

After the smoke dissipated 

Past the time of the heat 

All I have left 

Of the love we shared 

Are footprints in the sand 

At this point I can’t even remember 

What small or insignificant thing 

Sparked the fire which raged 

Destroying everything we built 

Now I sit alone amidst the rubble 

The vestiges of life ruined 

Nothing left untouched 

By flame or smoke 

All I have left 

Of the love we shared 

Are footprints in the sand 

What a fool I am 

Trading the love we shared 

In the heat of a moment  

For this devastation 

I watched you walk away 

And all I have left 

Are footprints in the sand 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

March 21, 2021

Footprints

Once upon a time

During one of my numerous trips

Out of the house to one place or another 

I heard the sounds of struggle behind me 

When I turned, I saw my child

Stretching, with Herculean effort 

To step into the footprints 

I had left in a freshly fallen white blanket 

“I’m walking like you, Daddy.”

In one breathtaking moment 

The burden of a legacy fell on me 

Walking in the right places

Or walking in the wrong places

Someone is following my footsteps 

An impressionable learner 

Is giving their best effort 

To copy my deeds as their own 

“I’m walking like you, Daddy.”

My footprints in this snow 

(Like walking through hard times)

Will eventually disappear 

As the difficulties fade in time 

My footprints in the sand 

(Like good days on the beach) 

Are just as temporary 

Washed away by times tide 

The legacy left by them 

Will not disappear as quickly 

As my footprints become his/her footprints 

And their life becomes my continuing legacy 

The continuation of my fathers legacy in me 

As his footsteps became mine 

After his faded or were erased 

By the tides of time and turmoil 

Footprints in a life 

Life is sand, snow, stone and dirt 

Everywhere we go

We leave an imprint behind 

Someone is stretching 

Trying to match our stride 

Trying to fill our steps and prints 

Barely reaching, with just a reason to try 

Everywhere

One more print, one more try, one more goal 

One more reason to step higher, to step farther 

Somewhere out there 

Someone is stretching 

Someone is trying

Footprints

Legacy 

“I’m walking like you, Daddy.”

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

March 21, 2021

Coworker

practice

 

My Heart Tells Me

The moon tells me 

Another day has passed

The calendar tells me 

Another week has passed

The bills in my mail tell me

Another month has passed

With new aches and pains 

My body tells me 

Another year had passed 

All the leading indicators 

Are trying to tell me

Slowly but surely 

Time is passing 

However 

When I look into your eyes 

My heart tells me differently 

When I touch your hands 

My heart disagrees 

When our lips press together 

My heart tells me

Everything remains

I think

I will listen

To the things

My heart tells me

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

Match 7, 2021