In the sand a meandering line of footprints
.....testify to the remembrance of a life
.....passing through.
As the waves roll in,
.....the imprints soften, fade,
.....and then disappear,
.....as if never there.
Will that be my story?

Comments: I was walking on Makena Beach on Maui and noticed footprints that were disappearing with each wave. At that moment, I asked the question that many of us do.