Footprints

Sometimes I dance in the sand
Sometimes I kneel and cry
Sometimes I lay down and let the waves carry me away
Sometimes I just stand there sinking
But one thing's for sure
At the end of the day the tide comes in high
And with the new morning sun
The waves have washed away yesterday's marks
Giving me a blank space to leave new footprints.


Poem by Megan Graham

Some days in life are good. Some are bad. But every day we get a fresh start. We get another chance to try and dance more freely in the sand or let the waves carry us away. But if we find ourselves sinking, there is always a tomorrow.

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