Analysis of Musings

Time flies by on tiptoed feet
caressing tender and weathered cheek
Stuttering steps turn to confident strides
then back again
Only a whisper in the moment
No time to own it
A laugh, a prayer
And, the friendship comes to the inevitable end
To wonder if you had meaning or worth
What it meant
Your time on Earth
Were your footprints in stone
Or cast in sand
Washed away by the ocean tide
Did you cast a shadow on that great wall
Or were you a mist
barely noticed at all
A faded memory
Your last ride