Stand in My Place

I lost my place in a book,

where my proud bookmark had once stood, 

was an empty crease folded among several others,each as identical as the last.

I lost my my place in a world,

where my proud feet had once stood,

was a set of empty footprints scattered among several others,each as identical as the last.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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