When she and I bathed at the beach,
It could have been Aquinnah,
Or Bend in the Road, the Jetty,
I think it was Dyke Beach on Chappaquiddick,
Wherever it was,
I wanted this forever to stick
So …
I grasped some shell’n grit beach in my hand
To clench this moment, on the strand,
I held it tight with all my might,
Some did slip out, not quite alright
But no matter, most still there,
I only need grip with more care
Wise men and fools try to hold hours,
The precious moments that are ours,
And holding tighter what little left
Meant I could not reclaim time’s theft
Of lost moments, however divine,
I could not hold the sands of time
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