Footprints in the sand, but none in front of us
As we walked holding hands one late afternoon
But behind us, the waves wash away our tracks
Like we never were! And it made us feel picayune
In this universe with its billion galaxies!
We’re here one moment, and gone much too soon
No monuments to celebrate our earthly stay
No lays nor eulogies, no one to play our tune!
© Vic A Evora