Time waits upon no onein its passing we find littleto be permanentfor with time also comesthe tidehigh and lowoffering an ever changing shorelineas waves crash upon our beachesDuring the low we find manywho write in the sandothers who build their castlesknowing full wellthat the tide will changeIt matters notthat the writings contain wordsof pain or of lovethe tide will carry them out to seaIt matters notif the castle is builtlarge or smallin the end the sea dismantles themWhether roses or rubbishthe changing tidesalter the face of our beachesit is the nature of the seaThough time and tidewait for no manthey are ever changingTimeheals all woundsit also brings sorrowTideravishing or livesyet able to wash away our painLives that are filled with pleasureothers that are filled with painall become subject to themby Brian McLaughlinTime waits upon no onein its passing we find littleto be permanentfor with time also comesthe tidehigh and lowoffering an ever changing shorelineas waves crash upon our beachesDuring the low we find manywho write in the sandothers who build their castlesknowing full wellthat the tide will changeIt matters notthat the writings contain wordsof pain or of lovethe tide will carry them out to seaIt matters notif the castle is builtlarge or smallin the end the sea dismantles themWhether roses or rubbishthe changing tidesalter the face of our beachesit is the nature of the seaThough time and tidewait for no manthey are ever changingTimeheals all woundsit also brings sorrowTideravishing or livesyet able to wash away our painLives that are filled with pleasureothers that are filled with painall become subject to themby Brian McLaughlin