Tracks In The Dust

A Father's Advice About Learning the Mission of Life

The Last Look

Her heels clicked on the stone floor

Echoing through the empty halls

She had been here so many times before

The memories are clear, each separate falls

Now as quickly as it all began

It’s over without another thought

Getting out had been part of the final plan

It was too late when she was caught

Caught in the middle of the whirlwind beginning

Not know until now that she had been winning

 

Wrote this as a page was turning in someone’s life that I truly loved. She went on to do other things. Always recall the moment I wrote it even though it was so very very long time ago.  © MGert 1976

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