What is Left

Smiling down the sidewalk
Bright blue above the black and
Pink skirt flowing.
Right now in one of those
Times I feel like
I must be a secret 5 year old.

But footsteps,
I hear the falls.
The tread of my boots beating
Resounding against the concrete
Foundation upon which I stand.

Feeling now I'm really 50.
With the sores and pains and
Heart that has seen so much and
Felt a whole lot.

Enough that I want only
To tear it out and
Burst it open for all the
Love to be expelled and
Felt a whole lot.

These times and these lives
Blessed by our footsteps.
Let's leave them and a whole
Lot more.
Let's leave out hearts
Our hands
Our minds.

Let us work so hard that in
The end it would have mattered
As our footfalls pierce the quiet
Busy streets.