sidewalk out their front door.
Its surface reflected in glass.
The crumbling path has
seen decades come and go,
history in the footsteps.
Many have walked this way,
some to reach a destination,
others with no direction.
Joy has stepped along its concrete,
and tears have splashed its surface.
Life imprinted with each footstep.
In days numbered it receives
the last moments of travel
along its broken surface.
Progress says it must go.
Soon men will come to remove it.
Its secrets crumbled into dust.
©Susie Clevenger 2010