Musings at Sunset

The gentle waves roll into me
And roll back out - and then -
Each leaving something small behind,
To take it back again.

As souls come in to each our lives
Leaving tiny bits of each:
They take a bit of us in turn
Leaving imprints in the beach.

Under watchful eye of setting sun,
As waters roll away,
Soft whispers of the gentle waves
Hail yet another day.

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[Relic]

That' a nice comparison to make about people that come into our lives. Some to stay, and some to leave with the tides of life.