Footsteps and Concrete
Posted by Dominic Tue, 06 Nov 2007 02:26:00 GMT
There he walks, the little child, plodding along.
One step, hundred steps, a thousand steps.
Plodding, on and on, neverending.
Where is he going?
. . .
As I look around me, all I see is concrete, dried grass and dead leaves.
All around me is death and destruction. Void of any life.
Then, at last - sign of life!
Shades of green, shades of white.
… It was a potted plant.