by Mary E. Lowd
February 12, 2018
Life is like
Building a sandcastle
As the tide comes in.
Eventually everything you do
Will be washed away,
But sometimes,
Between the waves,
Your work stands sentinel,
Glittering and gold
Beside
The sea.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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