9, FOOTPRINTS
Dragging my heals along the shore, admiring the view I have once more, The sand grating against my feet, all along wondering who I could meet.
Families building castles in the sand, buckets and spades are in their hands. Nothing can beat this beautiful sight, hoping the children sleep well at night.
Walking further along the shore, I meet some people rich and poor. I really have to give some thought, about some of the things I have bought.
Some people sitting on the beach, a decent meal is out of reach. No such thing as dining fine, no chance of sipping a glass of sparkling wine.
Others are sitting in the finest attire, only thinking of what they can do when they retire. Materialism can be a curse. Whoever said there's no dividing us. Still dragging my heals through the sand, only for some is this the promised land.
Dragging my heals along the shore, admiring the view I have once more, The sand grating against my feet, all along wondering who I could meet.
Families building castles in the sand, buckets and spades are in their hands. Nothing can beat this beautiful sight, hoping the children sleep well at night.
Walking further along the shore, I meet some people rich and poor. I really have to give some thought, about some of the things I have bought.
Some people sitting on the beach, a decent meal is out of reach. No such thing as dining fine, no chance of sipping a glass of sparkling wine.
Others are sitting in the finest attire, only thinking of what they can do when they retire. Materialism can be a curse. Whoever said there's no dividing us. Still dragging my heals through the sand, only for some is this the promised land.