Sand
Dawson Wilcox
A Case of the Blues with a Little Sparkle | Jennifer Jordan | Painting
How quickly our shoes ware. How quickly we lose our youth.
To us seems a lifetime, to the Earth, a blink of an eye.
To fret over lost love is to fret for but an instant.
To cry but a single tear.
To fight is to have failed.
To fail is to have fought.
How quickly sand turns to sediment, sediment to stone.
To us seems a millennium, to the Universe, a passing glance.
To feel joy is to feel it for but a second.
To shine but momentarily.
To live is to have vanished.
To vanish is to have lived.
Oh, how quickly we turn to sand