But A Passing Moment

Along a wild and boundless ocean
I tread a sandy shore
And think with great devotion
On those who've gone before

Those who rode the waves of life
In fields of space and time
And to this place of grief and strife
Been born and made to climb

But time and tides will then erase
My footprints in the sand
The life I've lived and every trace
Will slowly vanish from the land

Copyright © 2012 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved



Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2013-04-07 at 20:24

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Göran Gustafsson
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2013-04-09


Commentally Ill
*plops down to make a butt print in the sand* i think i'll just have a little rest.

-hours later-

*gets up* that can't be right. when did my butt get that big?!

*goes on a diet*
2013-04-09