Footpath Stories
Footpath Stories
Beneath my feet, the footpath stretches wide
A pathway worn by many passing by
A thousand stories etched upon its side
Of laughter, tears, and whispered lullabies.
Each step I take, I feel the rhythm beat
Of all the people who have walked before
Their tales, like echoes from the concrete street
Resound within me as I walk and explore.
The homeless man who sleeps upon the ground
The children who play hopscotch in the sun
The lovers lost in each other they've found
The businessman whose day has just begun.
Oh, footpath stories, how you do unfold
The secrets of a city's heart and soul
A tapestry of lives both young and old
That form a pattern that will never grow old.
So let me walk and listen to your tales
And find the beauty in the mundane details.