FADING FOOTPRINT

Somewhere deep, I know inside,

Is the one I used to be,

But I seem to run and hide

From the one today I see.

I struggle hard to now see me,

The one inside seen yesterday,

And it’s harder now to be,

The one I see within today.

Yesterday, I flew with wings

And believed that I could soar,

But the years bring many things,

To clip wings and close the door.

I lumber on two legs that creep

Along a road I used to sprint,

And it is hard now not to weep…

For yesterdays’ fading footprint.