A man's heavy march, strong and sure

A woman's nimble tread, light as air

A child's bouncing traipse, innocent and free

And an old man's hobble, weighed down by time

The shuffle of an early morning

The quick step of a hot high noon

The soft pad of a homely evening

And the exciting swagger of the night

The lilting wander of a man doused in happiness

The short, solid stomp of an angry purpose

The slow amble of saddness in rain

The air strolling of love in spring

The plaintive plod of those who are poor

The promenade of those who think to be above them

The prowl of those who live in books

And the ignorant, blissful walk of those who are content.