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The SandCastle
Posted On: 27/02/2008 19:52:12
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The little soft hands pluck the sand
Two tiny fistfuls at a time
And with hopeful patience alight
Build a gigantic castle
With gaping doors and window that dazzle
And drooping flags of leaves
And then the expression of glee
Complete with a carefree clap of hands
Her bare feet jumping on the crumbling sand
Her naughty eyes twinkling merrily
Her innocent face gleaming joyously
Her unbridled laughter celebrating her victory
As a grown up, mature adult
I realise that the triumphant caste
Is merely ephemeral
As soon as the ruthless tide comes
it will ruin the young heart's gigantic effort and will
How futile, I feel is her joy in conquering
How transient will be her delight
But how ironic!
She seizes the moment to be glad
While I uselessly philosophise feeling sad
Her happiness taunts my agony
And her laughter mocks my misery!
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