Footprints

Countless are those who enter one's life,
They speak, or act and move on,
Dirges played on a bad piper's fife,
Footprints, the tides improve on.

Etched impressions come from a few friends,
Life's treasures they impart,
Benevolent comity transcends…
Footprints, they leave on the heart.

--H. Arlequin