Many have trod
this sandy beach
seeking for shells.
Along the shore
their footprints merge
in shifting sands.
Rising and falling
the ocean sighs
and washes all.
I stand alone
at water's edge.
I have no shells.
Looking back
I cannot tell
the way I came.
Rory Hudson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-beach-11/
