By Preetika Kamat
As I stood on the shore of life’s prettiest beach,
With the waves of future promises lapping at my feet,
Every grain of sand I tread on told a tale so sweet;
Tales to recollect, to cherish, to keep.
Some shells adorn the shore,
signifying the precious moments of the times no more.
The choice is tough;
to let go and sail on the waves of what is to come,
or to hold on to the shells of what has already gone.
And as I stood there and looked upon the waters of possibility,
I decided it was a risk worth taking,
for I may discover another pretty beach.