Sandcastles

24 Mar 2021

James Gordon
A sun-bronzed boy played happily
unaware of what was to be.
In his mind, he had a dream
his skin shone with its sunscreen cream.

On that beach just had he planned
there rose a castle made of sand.
And on each corner, a tower did sport
topped with flags his mother had bought.

The sea crept up that sandy shore
soon was lapping at his castle door.
To stop the sea he tried and tried
but no man can ever turn the tide.

No king Canute nor Hercules
can change one of life's certainties.
The sun swept into his castle grand
reduced it to a heap of sand.

A tear ran down his suntanned face
mum, he cried I hate this place.
His mother smiled and smoothed his sorrow
said we'll build a better one tomorrow.

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