In the Whisper of Time's Sands
by Michael Doyle

We can't get a lock on the future
Without knowing our past
We can't know what to nurture
If we don't know what was once cast

The good hunter seeks to rise to the height
As he sips the water of life to quench his thirst
He keeps all obstacles within his keen sight
Casting what is last as much as what was first

An open mind sees as far as it can
In this world full of choices
One must stay one's own man
Despite the cacophony of voices

Each voice heard insists it is the one that is right
To remove the falsity of darkness from the light
Only the fool thinks that he knows all
This is the whisper of the sands that we recall

(c) February 26, 2025   Michael Doyle
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