355. Footprints On The Pavement

Footprints stained into the pavement,

I now realize that you will outlive me.
I remember joyfully the day you were made
With pavement-worn, blackened, white-soled shoes
In a pleasant, warm, winter rain.
Now the rain and winter have passed,
The summer sun beating down upon you,
Yet marked on the pavement you still rest.
In the coming days my time here will end
Yet I take strength from knowing
Upon the pavement you will remain
                                                   even once I have left.