Today
I walked a mile in those shoes,
that were tattered and torn.
I still felt the smile of those feet,
As they were not bound by the road.
I saw the sun peep out of the clouds,
from those eyes that were clouded with grey.
I bent to pick flowers, and then stopped,
Knowing that's where they are meant to stay.
The old lady whose shoes I borrowed,
The old man whose eyes were grey,
The little child who loves nature
They all showed me the way.
Tomorrow's a myth...it's not here.
So worrying will just spoil today.
You see, feel, smile, dance in the moment.
When in it, nothing else matters anyway.
that were tattered and torn.
I still felt the smile of those feet,
As they were not bound by the road.
I saw the sun peep out of the clouds,
from those eyes that were clouded with grey.
I bent to pick flowers, and then stopped,
Knowing that's where they are meant to stay.
The old lady whose shoes I borrowed,
The old man whose eyes were grey,
The little child who loves nature
They all showed me the way.
Tomorrow's a myth...it's not here.
So worrying will just spoil today.
You see, feel, smile, dance in the moment.
When in it, nothing else matters anyway.
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