Memories of a Childhood

If you lived by the seaside, vacationed by the seaside, just loved the idea of being by the seaside or just had treasured memories of years gone by, then this is for you.

" She sells sea shells on a sea shore "

When we were young
Our life was fun,
Each day was its own,
In its ephemeral world.

We did'nt remember the past,
For today would last forever,
Until tomorrow.

We collected sea shells,
And with the sand,
Still wet from the tide and salty water,
Created our colors, our life, our pride.

Next day they'd dried,
And how we cried,
The colors had died.

As with the tide receding,
Our innocence lay bleeding,
But the sea shells remain,

Like memories drawn lovingly in the sand.



douglas