Walk softly through this world
Leave no footprints
Do not try and mark your passing
Tread lightly.
If you wish to leave something behind
Leave a fragrance
A memory that brings a smile
Breathed gently.
Do not try to claim those things
You cannot carry
You are not the things you touch
Move onward.
If you would take something with you
Learn from the journey
Light is brightest in the darkness
Love is the purpose.
We are travellers passing by
We are guests and tourists
We are always going home
Look forwards.
21/9/22
This poem has a history. The first two lines came to me many years ago, back in the ‘80s I think. But I didn’t take it any further. Yet the lines stayed in me, dormant but awaiting their time. That finally came, and most of the poem with it. However, there was still something missing: and that was the fourth verse, which I wrote today (2/10/22).
PT