Butt Prints in the Sand

Hail Poetry

Butt Prints in the Sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,

One set of footprints there was seen

The footprints of the Goddess they were,

But mine were not along the shore


But then some stranger prints appeared

and I asked Her, “What have we here?”

These prints are large and round and neat,

But much too big to be from feet.


“My child,” She said in somber tones,

For miles I carried you alone

I challenged you to walk in faith,

But you refused and made me wait.”


“You would not learn, you would not grow,

The walk of faith, you would not know

So I got tired, I got fed up

And there I dropped you on your butt.”


“Because in life, there comes a time

When one must fight, and one must climb,

When one must rise and take a stand,

Or leave their butt prints in the sand.”

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