The grains of sand in my shoe
Hurt me from below
It is safe to say
There's more sand in the bottom
of my hourglass
How much in my life
are temporary facades-
Castles made of sand?
I want to hold you
Like sand passing through my hands,
First I must find you
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My foot catches on
before the rest of me does
so I trip and fall
Life is a journey
All we know is it goes on
Until it doesn't
John Steinbeck said that
unlike what he'd thought, he learned
that the trip takes us
Incomes are like shoes,
they say John Locke said-
too large and we trip
My trips to Shoprite
make me think of Disneyland
where I've never been
Sometimes I knew that
we were not almost there yet
still, I had to ask
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