TIDES - By Michael Rock
The tides roll in
etching their patterns on the sand and stone
Some good, some bad
Good memories seem to etch in the sand
and wash away easy
Bad memories etch in the stone
and take a long time to wash away
Why is that so?
Why do we hang onto the bad times longer than the good?
Why do the bad times leave a deeper impression?
Sometimes deep enough to crack the soul.
Time
With time the tides can polish the stone
So in time all etchings will wash away