The transience of life

At the coastland

Beside the great and stormy ocean
The old man walks along the shore.
He thinks with great devotion
of ancestors who strolled here long before
digging clams and other things for living
in this nasty, cruel world
so hard and unforgiving,
into which they unwantedly had been hurled.
But now they are forgotten and almost
like marks in sand that a wave erases
when sweeping hard against the coast,
vanished are ancestors' traces

Like the old man's footprints in the sand.



Poetry by Carl O Andersson
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 10:30

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An interesting theory on our anchestors, but remember we would not be here without them and all we want to leave on any beach in this world are footprints imo. There was one typo 'world'. I liked the feel and flow of this piece. Thanks for sharing, smiling at you, Tai

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2007-03-26