Friday, 10 October 2014

I hear the sound of footsteps

  

I hear the sound of footsteps
echo far and near
as people search in anguish
lives lived out in fear.

Round and round in circles
over hill and dale
they wander through the countryside
and through the market square.

Aimlessly they travel
shoes worn out by tread
weighed down by their own burdens
some completely off their head.

Minds restless from life's worries
bodies tired out from pain
they look like they're contented
but heads bow down in shame.

©revdjo 3/10/14