I stood on
the shore,
The waves
washed my feet.
The sand
from under,
It did
deplete.
A song they
sung,
Out to my
soul,
That said
those grains they are a slipping,
Gently away.
Make the
most of it,
They do go
asunder,
Those
grains of sand, they are slipping away,
Ne’er to
return, ever will they.
Mesmerizing,
tantalizing,
This tune,
they sung,
A joy, a
sorrow, a thought
In threes
and fours a tune so rich.
On those
shores I stood,
Those grains
slipping away,
Hold still
that thought.
Lest that
moment, it passes away.
