They leave marks which dissappear soon
Those waves, with their edges ,white with foam..
They stay, they play, they recede to return.
They erase whatever you wrote, dear son..
These lessons, we learn though ,even as we grow
But refuse to write ‘nother word and show
That life is all play, loss and gain
We stay, sinking down, as man and woman
How I wish, that I stayed at your age...
Learning little things, to forget in this stage.....
Wonderful, as a lover of the beach I found this a real pleasure to read.
ReplyDeleteYvonne,
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ReplyDeleteThat’s a wish that everyone of us nourishes..
ReplyDeleteBut I guess, not everything that’s written is erased and vanished just like that…
Like the moisture in the sand after the waves have receded, some trace of the past remains …until another one comes along…then another… like the waves…
thanks yvonne and deeps..
ReplyDeletehow true... not everything disappears.. it is the trace of the past that sometimes haunt us..
Love it! Glad to stop by from KP's site. Will return for more fun.
ReplyDelete~ NRIGirl