Giants

 

I think of all the lessons that life has to teach,

Is life a road? I think it’s more a beach,

We always move towards the wetter sand,

Trying to design with a shovel and pail in hand,

 

Building from scratch the castle of which we dream,

Surrounded by a moat or a little gleaming stream,

We close our eyes as we begin to think,

We draw a picture within every time we blink,

 

The pages they turn as we walk along the sea,

The sun in the horizon glittering over our reality,

Our legs grow wary and then begin to shake,

Our dreams begin to blur, our courage – break,

 

As we meet our fates, our fears begin to realize,

We begin to understand the folly in our most sought prize,

The wind blows in our faces washing away the doubt,

With every new step forward we know more what life is about,

 

We protect the castle still with all our strength and might,

Even though we know that the design is not at all right,

The shells we find – memories become the armor for our guards,

Even as we look up seeking answers within the stars,

 

We stand proud like giants over what we build,

Always alert and attentive on the constant lookout for evil,

Always the tide she swells and the mighty castle is drained,

But we vow to rebuild – for the dream remains unstained..!!