The world is made of sand and sea
Like the grains along a beach .
The waters wash each grain away
When the tides of time shall leach .
So do not fret you left no mark
When upon those grains of sand .
For no one really changes them
As they lie upon the land .
The only thing that may be said
Of your time , or you , or me ;
Is that we watched each tide come in
And we did so happily .
Greenwolfe 1962
Friday, June 26, 2009
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