Marking time as it slips on past
Each shifting print, left on sandy shore
Reminds us of where we’ve been before
But time like the wind and rising tide
Sweeps memory clear as they all subside
And the youthful promise that once filled our veins
Has give’n in to life which now slowly wains
And age creeps up, as experiences are bought
Til we find, sand may trickle, but time does not
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