Tread Lightly

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Tread Lightly.

Tread lightly, for many hearts lay strewn upon these roads,

alone, their plaintive calls heard by none,

just the birds whose doleful odes sing out in the dawn skies.

The world sleeps, the daily grind yet to begin,

when polished shoes shall trample those lonesome hearts,

that lay on roads where garbage trucks rid the new day of yesterday’s memories,

where leaves and crushed petals are swept aside,

and tattered hearts, alone again, creep into corners to hide.