Sand Writer
I saw a man who wrote in sand
From the depth of his mind
To each stroke of his hand,
And twixt each word a tear-drop fell
To bind the sand to a teary well
'Why choosing sand ,' I asked
'For surely, each word cannot last,'
He peered my way with none a word
As if I were never heard,
Another tear did join those cast
Upon a knee, he watched sand drift
Only once, his eyes did lift,
Alas, of tears that sand did toss
From my view,
Appearing lost
Copyright © Lou Schreiberg | Year Posted 2011
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