Your story will never get etched in sand
With every step you take upon the shore of life
Waves will wash away your footsteps in the sand – the ones you leave behind
And as you turn around, there will be none left, even for you to see
All that will remain to remind you of the life you have had
Will all be in your head – your experiences as memories
For you to recollect at will, to relive them and to fill the silence in your head
For when you are old and frail, and your hair’s as white as snow
Memories are all you will have, to hang on to
To remind you that you have been living, and probably still are