Given my time
these feet have worn smooth
the ground of path well chosen
but I suppose
life wanted to throw me on
a different path
and so as I walk
I cringe at the occasional
cut and splinter -
Yet I keep walking
Slowly eroding this road which I bide...
...But those who walk
climbing over mountains
whose feet who have bled
bled for the cause of
the end of the road
for the cause of walking
and to keep walking
These chosen few
These are the ones whose
footprints are never replaced
by aspiring youth
never filled in by sand
And they stay there, forever
to be admired by some who
cross their path
And these people
they stay remembered for as long
as life continues
while time whispers their name.
This is legend.
How can I improve this?
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I really don't know to say, but this is really beautifully written. You craft words really well.
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Wow
Such a beautifully crafted poem that explores a labyrinth of thoughts that are really deep. Lengend in itself is fascinating and you chose your topic and ran with it. Lovely language and I feel mystified by this poem and that hasn't happened to me for a long time thank you so much for sharing this with us all. My favorite stanza was:
"And these people
they stay remembered for as long
as life continues
while time whispers their name.
This is legend."
Distant Unknown
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Thank you, maybe one day I can build on this and make more of an elaborate poem. That sure would be something.
Regards,
- A.C.
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