Grains of sand flow like a stream

from the vessel of life's moments

their within the nucleus of time

and circumstance eternal

defining who we were, who we are

into the personal domain of each life

they enter, and are compiled

grains of a life lived

events shaping our memories

as the journey unfolds

our paths sometimes conflicting

with the pristine

idealistic plans of youth

many were the unexpected moments

when event and plan

walked not, hand-in-hand

andyou were left treading water

in search of

explanations to share

who we wanted to be, who we became

life's realities often harsh

starkness with no intent of fairness guaranteed

fate, the crapshooter is often rolling the dice

chaos seeks to rein

so we seek to choose those we'll cherish

and emulate often

fulfilling us

enhancing our inner essence