Fading Footsteps

In the sands of time, I tread,
Leaving footprints, as I’m led.
Each step a memory, a trace,
Of a life lived at its own pace.

But as the winds of change blow by,
My footsteps start to fade and die.
The sands shift, erasing my trail,
A reminder of life’s fragile tale.

For every path we choose to take,
Is but a fleeting mark we make.
A temporary imprint on the earth,
Before we fade, for what it’s worth.

And as my footsteps disappear,
I’m left to wonder, to face my fear.
Will I be remembered when I’m gone?
Or will my legacy fade like the dawn?

But then I realize, in a flash,
That life is more than just a dash.
It’s not the footprints that define,
The essence of this life of mine.

It’s the love I give, the lives I touch,
The memories that mean so much.
These are the things that will endure,
Long after my footsteps fade, for sure.

So I’ll keep walking, day by day,
Leaving my mark in my own way.
And when my journey reaches its end,
I’ll know my footsteps served to mend.

For in the hearts of those I love,
My presence will remain above.
A guiding light, a comforting hand,
Even as my footsteps fade in the sand.