The shuffle of feet on the sidewalk of sun leaves all chaos behind. <br />Folks rub off their cumbersome troubles and go on with a clearer mind. <br />They dispose their distress on the concrete, and they cleanse their encumbering woes, <br />and carry on lighter of burdens, and return to their life-given roles. <br />One can watch as a person rubs troubles away, and a smile creeps back to each face. <br />It's refreshing to witness them scuff off their grief and behold as their hardships erase. <br />Trouble scrubbed from the sole and released to the air takes wings and disposes all doubt and despair, <br />then mankind carries on as if never affected now that the sorrow's been rightly rejected. <br />So when your troubles get too hard to carry, and your life holds no pleasure or fun, <br />take a trip to the hard luck neighborhood and come walk on the sidewalk of sun.<br /><br />Christine K. Trease<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sidewalk-of-sun/
