Footprints In Sand

Time swiftly covers our way, washing away our footprints, as the sea upon the beach, clearing it that we can write anew, the things of each new day, and in each new day, time covers more of our life, more that washed from our mind, and although we lose much, still we gain more in its place, some that is worth more to us, and too some that is not, and of all we learn, some of it will not be of our choosing, will become lost to us, and in this we change, and are not tomorrow, as we were today, yet of what today we learn, in tomorrow we will become, for we can only be, that which we have learned, and of which we remember.