The Shore

I walked the timid waters by the shore.
Footprints the memories, embedded in
The sand, of those who may have come before,
Yet only to be lost forever when
The ocean’s waves cascade in somber rows,
And so obscure the given path that had
Convinced us that our time, and where it goes,
Is safe, afoot the earth, in silken clad
Beads that falter so easily between
Strides—depressing the solemn earth in vain—
For while, presently, it may still be seen,
Eternity we cannot hope to gain.
And so, a mile stretch, I walked alone—
My former path, I walked, a path unknown.

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