Footprints

In loneliness one’s footprints, are made with leaden stride,
no warming strength about you, of friends stood by your side.
Each step is weighted down with dread, your heart feels like a stone,
you wonder why you are the one, that wanders all alone.

For footprints are those things we leave, imprinted on a heart,
they also leave a trail in snow, perfect in every part.
But most of all those footprints, should always be your goal,
footprints that our good friends leave, are embellished on your soul.

For only those soft footprints, tread with measured care,
ever bring it home to you, what good friends you have there.
Walking gently through your life, steps took with such light tread,
it's from such careful steps as these, that friendships strong are bred.

For only such a friend as this, who treats you with respect,
can ever hope to find the friendship that they should expect.
Real good friends are bonded, one to one, not yet to part,
in their hands they're holding, each others open heart.

So next time you are treading, through a friendship offered out,
don't forget that friends are two, each giving turn about.
It is only when you give to one, that which you seek yourself.
that you will leave your footprints, and gather friendship’s wealth.

Pollysyllabic 02.10.06