The sweeping tide of time
carries in its belly
so many joys, so many sorrows.
I want to hold on to things
against this tide, beyond my power.
So many moments, so many memories
Of the so many firsts -
bicycle, love, job - sweeps all.
So many fortunes, so many failures
And those who are me now
my family, and friends, and hopes;
so many faces, so many dreams