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;
the sand squishes between my toes.
And memories get created,
exploring these tactile feelings.
Imprinted upon a clean slate;
staggering steps get recorded.
A hodgepodge of runaway feet
scampering from advancing waves.
Fresh footprints form along the shore,
only to be quickly erased.
Yet, each wave allows others to
leave their mark on the sands of time.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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