Step By Step

Step By Step short poem

Photo by Georgie Pauwels

In this life, sometimes we face,
Steps we have to take, that brings disgrace.
Those around you, will point and judge,
But if those steps for you, are good, I say, do not budge.
For what steps we take, that make’s us walk, those who stand and judge, can only talk.
And even though they may not agree,
Walking on, is what defines, you and me. Though we may stumble, and we may fall,
We get back up, and give it our all.
So Always be sure, with each step you take,
Knowing which is real, and which is fake.
For who we are show’s in our walk,
And who they are show’s by their talk.
If your words, and actions agree,
Then who can judge you, and me?

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