Slowly dissipating into the sea
As miniscule as can be
Fine grains of sand
Disappearing from my hand
Through my fingers they slide
On the water's surface they glide
Tightening my grip
As they continue to slip
Like the days of one's life
Filled with happiness and strife
From a baby to an old man
All apart of the Maker's plan
When the end will be
A destination unknown to me
On earth, not long do we stay
Our journey, just a brief foray
Waking each day
Meandering along the way
Loss of sand, no cessation
A sudden realization
The grain of sand is me
Slowly sinking beneath the sea
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