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The Shifting Sands Of Time . . . © 1978 Tom Shindler
- Oh, there’s times I feel like I could live forever.
There’s times I barely make it through today.
When I contemplate my place in all the changes
And how life is just a part of nature’s ways.
I know when all my race is run, and all my poems rhyme,
Then my life is just a footprint in the shifting sands of time.
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- From the bottom of the river’s deepest canyons,
To the summits of the mountain peaks so high,
You can hear this earth speak loud of age and changes;
Of forms of life before that lived and died.
And of all that walked this earth, and ruled it in their prime,
There is nothing left but footprints in the shifting sands of time.
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- But we’ve learned to build machines to conquer nature;
Sailed the seas and walked upon the moon.
But the glories of the human race shall pass away
Like a single note in nature’s endless tune.
So when there are o seas to sail upon, no mountains left to climb
Then our race will be a footprint in the shifting sands of time.
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- When I watch our race destroying nature’s beauty,
I’ve wondered if the earth can feel the pain.
But it’s we who’ll bear the loss, whose lives will miss (that beauty);
For in Nature’s time it’s just a moment’s game.
So there’s justice in the end, for nature knows no crime,
As our deeds are slowly buried in the shifting sands of time.
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- When I watch this earth keep growing all around me,
I know all that I can touch must pass away.
Then I wonder at my place in all the changes,
And I find it in the passing of today.
Just to live the timeless fullness of each moment that is mine
Till my life becomes a footprint in the shifting sands of time.
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‘Cause when all my race is run, and all my poems rhyme,
Then my life will be a footprint in the shifting sands of time.
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