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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow 
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Footprints The road to anywhere is paved with footprints resembling mine. Yesterday I thought the future just fine today it seems everything's caved. Anywhere is everywhere paved with footprints that are mine. Yesterday I accepted as fine today I glanced and my memory caved. Every step of my life is paved two sets of footprints including mine. Yesterday I was tired and carried fine today I watched as he became caved. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Sometimes it's easy to lose sight of the good memories when things seem to be falling down around us. It's good to have someone to carry us when we are down and vice versa. Great poem, Gloria. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
There is more to this than just what one reads I think...excellent, Gloria.  |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Footprints, had those second pair been Jesus, I don't think they would have caved. I hope rainbows shine across your day tomorrow! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Gloria, this is a remarkable piece of work. There is a great deal said in between it's line. You should be proud of this one  |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
Gloria, I am in debt to you for posting this. I really had to consider carefully how you were saying what you wrote. I am not sure I fully comprehend. I may let is sit a while and then read again. I do know enough to know tht I like it....well done. INclan |
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Lost Dreamer Member Elite
since 1999-06-20
Posts 2464Somewhere near the Rainbow |
I thank you all for reading and replying to this poem. I wrote this and 2 others last night as I was trying to get tired and go to sleep, I kind of just went with the words that were poping out and this was created. I was not depressed at that moment, but I may have been seeing things from an overall point of view. The last stanza is God with me and carrying me, and seeing him caved is his burial on Good Friday. I hope this explains it a bit better for those who were wondering, and maybe there is more between the lines then I even know myself. |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Gloria, I have always loved the footprints poem. You have recaptured it beautifully here. Great job!! A pleasure to read. Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
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