As I tread upon the shore’s soft sand,
My footprints linger on that timeless strand,
They tell a tale, a story yet unseen,
Of dreams pursued, a life where hope has been.

Though these marks can vanish with the tide,
Erased by waves that near the shore’s wide side,
They warn of vice, of paths that stray and bend,
Threatening to bring a fragile life to end.

But I won’t let my...