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