The sands of time slip through your grasp

Yet linger faintly on your skin

Each grain holds echoes of what has passed

A treasure trove of where youve been

They scatter in winds that call you back

To shores where laughter kissed the waves

But as tides rise and memories fade

Their warmth remains in quiet saves

Each footprint left upon the shore

Is swept away yet never lost

For every step that shaped your path

Has come at lifes relentless cost

Embrace the sands let them slip free

They are not yours to keep or bind

Their essence lies in fleeting grace

A testament to times design