A
lifetime
can
be
likened
to a
lonely
beach
of
sand.
A
stranger
makes
a
mark
one
day,
an
imprint
of a
hand.
As
time
goes
by
the
beach
once
clear
is
now
a
cluttered
field
Of
memories
and
keep-sakes
of
the
ones
that
we
hold
dear.
Time
does
its
best
to
wash
away
remembrances
of
those
-
The
ones
we
never
meant
to
meet
-
the
ones
we
never
chose.
But
as
through
some
odd
twist
of
fate
these
are
the
ones
we
cherish.
The
time
we
spend
with
these
such
friends,
will
never,
ever
perish
