Flat Feet

Soaking in the warmth
Of the aged sun
I walk on sand
Making foot-marks
Which will soon disappear.

Bearing the scorching heat
Of the overhead sun
I walk on wet cement
Making foot-marks
Which will remain.

The foot-marks on the cement
Bear no identity with me, but
The soles of my shoes
Display the grandiosity
Of the walk.

The foot-marks on the sand
Seem a pleasurable creation, but
The creation will disappear
No one will ever see
My flat-foot marks.