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Not only would it have been easier three hours ago, before so many people walked on it, while, "I'm sorry, but I don't have a job either and can't afford to pay someone to do something I can do perfectly well myself," is a pretty good reason for not paying someone to shovel the walk, I think I like "It's done already" better. I don't need to actually give that excuse to the nice young man who shows up at the door, it just exists.

In my defense, it was still snowing until close to an hour ago.

Current Mood: warming up

Most of you probably don't know that I write poems. That's because, in the general course of things, I don't, but occasionally I do make exceptions.

Footsteps

I follow footsteps in the snow.
My father's footsteps;
Feet I have followed for years.
In light snowfalls
On the way to school;
In heavy snowfalls
To a sledding hill;
Through deep drifts,
Forging a path
For my own child-feet to find.
And yet these footprints are not his,
For I am here
And he is not.
But still the footsteps lead
And I must follow.
I could not tell you how his footsteps look,
Nor draw them with a pen;
But when I see the steps
I know my father's boots;
The treads splay out in just that way.
And yet these footprints are not his,
For my father's footsteps fall far from here.

Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Location: My room
Current Music: low rumble and a distance alarm