Sitting on the seashore of memories
Ebb & flow of past thoughts touch my heart
Golden moments of passed time drench my soul wholly
And they carry me away...to merge with eternity
Ethical, mythical spiral gyrates of time re-stamp
Time past may never come back
But history has a lesson for us to teach
Our individual sorrows may be Great
Greater still is the force of life
It washes us away to realize
There may be times, when we are selfish...
There may be times, when we are selfless...
Thoroughly mixed is the hued color of life
There are times of tears
And times of sorrow
And times of sunshine too
For life is open-ended
We are mere spectators.......