The Future

Six feet stepping along the road,
Linked by ties of rhythmic motion.
Stepping light beneath their load
Of youthful worries.

Six legs moving altogether,
Strong young muscles beneath tanned skin.
Bend, step, light as a feather,
Heedless of distance.

Six arms swinging in cadent time,
Reaching toward unknown tomorrow.
Confident in youthful prime
Of a bright future.

Three shadows following behind,
Bulking small in the noontide glare.
Following each twist and wind,
Into tomorrow.

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