Sands Of Time
Wet sand oozes between my toes,
gooey as grandma's homemade jam.
And imprinted on a clean slate,
fresh footprints form along the shore.
Gooey as grandma's homemade jam,
sand squishes between wiggly toes.
And memories are created,
exploring these tactile feelings.
And imprinted on a clean slate,
staggering steps are recorded.
A hodgepodge of runaway feet
scampering from advancing waves.
Fresh footprints form along the shore,
only to be quickly erased.
Yet, every wave lures others to
leave their mark on the sands of time.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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