Footsteps on wet concrete
Fixed in time, never to retreat
Random thoughts, carved in stone
Of love and life; and, heart and bone
The changing face of the aging clock
As moments crumble
on striking rock
Plow or toil; strive or climb
But can it change the arrow of time?
Footsteps on wet concrete
Isn't life just a one way street?
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