230602 A Little Story

This story came to mind today and I wrote it down using my trusty paper and pen as it came to me.

Footprints in the sand,
only last a day,
before the rising tide washes them away,
they forgotten forever.

Much like us,
our life has a limit,
one day we play a part of life,
the next day we’re no longer in it.

Perhaps if we tried to be better every day,
people would remember us and say,
I remember him well,
he always had a story to tell,
he lived nearby and he lived far away,
I think about him every day,
he was a friend to be sure,
his intentions were always good and pure,
if you told him a secret,
you knew he would never repeat it.

If this story is about you,
You have lived a good life.