Footprints of the Past

[couchgrouch]

Footprints of the PastIn violet shadows of eveningI pour myself some wineand let wand'ring mem'ries walk medown leafy paths of timeI can't help but find traceswhere might-have-beens used to bein the rainy eyes of loversI shut my eyes and seefootprints of the pastthat seem to go in circlesthough I've tried to live for dutywith a sense of purposetime may stand still a momentbut it won't sit on its handsso footprints of the pastremain at forever's commandwhat a gypsy calls fortuneis just a fork in fatewhen they were dark and desertedI've never gone straightfor the scent of adventurehangs as sweet as hickoryif I say I regret tryingthat's just wine's sad trickerycos footprints of the pastmay seem to go in circlesthough I've tried to live for dutywith a sense of purposetime may stand still a momentbut it won't sit on its handsso footprints of the pastwill always show me who I amwhen my dreams have traveledtrails of mud and graveland leaps of faith seemed to make me fall behindas I look back on those roadsthe Good Lord helped bear my loadscos I see His footprints next to minethough footprints of the pastmay seem to go in circlesthough I've tried to live for dutywith a sense of purposetime may stand still a momentbut it won't sit on its handsso footprints of the pastremain at forever's command(c)2005 Robert George