Are we but grains of sand, <br />Upon the beach of life, <br />With the ever moving, <br />Menace of destiny, <br />To snatch us from our strife. <br /> <br />Are we but corn in a field, <br />Lost in the summer heat, <br />With the ever present, <br />Harvest time, <br />To make us into wheat. <br /> <br />Are we but souls upon the earth, <br />Struggling for a worth, <br />With the ever looming, <br />Time of death, <br />To take away our birth.<br /><br />Nick Hilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-5/
