Sand in Time | Kenneth Vincent Walker
A twinkling sea
And sand in
This morning’s
Spectacular
Display for
Our pleasure.
This foaming,
Bubbling land
Smiles at me.
For our leisure
Is the source of
Our vernacular.
The daily grind
We left standing
In the bitter cold
As we’ve traveled
Long and hard far
Away from home
Before we’re too old
To fully enjoy landing
Beside palms sublime.
For we never truly know
When the ending starts,
And ultimately unravels,
As we are as sand in time.