Is my life like shifting sand
That goes where the fierce winds blow?
Fleeting grains in Time's own hand
And this journey's end, I don't know?
Am I just some minute dust,
Captive to the whims of Fate?
Can't I have purpose as I must,
Give Love and Hope, be great?
Dust I was, to dust will return-
But my life has eternal reason,
I write of the many lessons I learn
Some wisdom in words to pass on.
Sand is not motionless, it can move,
Changes in form as it travels.
It reaches horizons and can prove
The journey is worth living well.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.18.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem