My Mom found this poem on the Internet. Although it may sound funny at first, it has a lot of trueness in it:
"Where he goes he leaves a trail.
When he goes where he shouldn't be,
His trail is there for all to see.
"Our life is like the little snail,
Where we go we leave a trail.
The things we do and the things we say,
Are the trail we leave from day to day."
R. Wayne Edwards
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