<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sandcastles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While sifting through old photographs<br>Of childhood, black and white, <br>I came across a scene that stirred<br>My memory, overnight, <br>Three children by a sandcastle, <br>The finest ever made, <br>My sister, me and Hazel, <br>Made with bucket, and with spade, <br>With towers, crenellations<br>And surrounded by a moat, <br>The sand was dry, the tide was out<br>It stood there proud, remote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though sixty years have passed since then, <br>That camera shutter's sight<br>Caught just one random moment in<br>An afternoon's delight, <br>It froze that moment of our lives, <br>That castle on the sand, <br>And though the tide swept in that day<br>That castle, still it stands, <br>While we watched as the sands of time<br>Wrought havoc in our lives, <br>The moat we built could not protect<br>From husbands, or from wives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tide swept in and filled the moat, <br>The sides began to melt, <br>The water undermined the walls<br>And suddenly, they fell, <br>The love that we had built them with<br>Was washed right out to sea, <br>And left no sign of love behind, <br>For Hazel, Tess or me, <br>And then we learned the lesson<br>That our lives revolved around, <br>That nothing built will last unless<br>It's built on solid ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We spent our lives in dreaming<br>Building castles in the sand, <br>Believing that the tide would never turn<br>To wreck our plans, <br>We thought love was the answer<br>'Til discovering, too late, <br>That love swings on a pendulum, <br>The other end is hate, <br>And just as tides flow in and out<br>And level out the land, <br>The tides of life wreak havoc with<br>Our castles in the sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 February 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365842" data-title="Sandcastles de David Lewis Paget" data-description="While sifting through old photographs Of childhood, black and white, I came across a scene that stirred My memory, overnight, Three children by a sandcastle, The finest ever made, My sister, me and Hazel, Made with bucket, and with spade, Wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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