A man is born,
thrust onto the beach of life,
for one fleeting instant, he is a child,
then he's grown, and takes a wife.
He sows his seed, and reaps his crop,
travelling across lifes rocky shore.
He leaves his foot prints in the sand,
but then before you know it, he is gone.
As the tide of time.
Washes away, all traces of the man.
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