Sinking into the sands of life,

Footprints soon erased.

Impressions formed,

Always will remain encased.

Memories of where I've been,

Exciting thoughts always remain.

Women I've loved and was returned.

Always exciting, these moments retained.

Swiftly time passes by, like a breeze.

The now and then allotted, soon ends.

We the creatures of God's own hands,

Living life to the fullest, making friends.

Each can write his own book, looking back.

So many chapters, in our minds are stored.

Can we but put them in words to comprehend,

Or in the end are they all the same?