The world is made of sand and sea
Like the grains along a beach.
The waters wash each grain away
When the tides of time shall leach.
So do not fret you left no mark
When upon those grains of sand.
For no one really changes them
As they lie upon the land.
The only thing that may be said
Of your time, or you, or me;
Is that we watched each tide come in
And we did so happily.
Happy Birthday, my friend.
