Driftwood

Walking along the sandy lake shore

I discovered a large piece of driftwood
half buried forevermore

Its edges worn smooth

By time, wind
And sand

Swept away by the waves

To spend its last days
A castaway in a far away land

Didnt seem quite fitting

For something that once
Was perhaps a mighty oak tree

Weathered and faded

A broken down portion
Of what it used to be

Were only hear for a very short while

With nothing left to remember us by
But the fond memories that made us smile

I broke off a small portion

Of the broken down branch
In respect to the tree Whose time has come to pass

Studying the surface of the gnarly old wood

I saw in it the grains of my life
Making my ponder As I silently stood