A lesson in the desert

Sand, sand and more sand,
Far away I point with my hand,
A wonderful sight to see,
If only I had more time free,
Would I sit and enjoy the vastness,
With hidden stories of the past.
Where the bravest of brave fail to win over nature's fierce heat,
Dying for a drop of water and meat.
I pick a handful of sand and drain it through my finders,
Feeling the memories of the past that in my heart still lingers.
As the sand falls down grain by grain,
I think of every minute in which I was sane,
Every minute that brought me pain.
I regret for all the pains I caused,
Till now I have never paused,
To see if everything I do is right,
To see if every deed I do brings a dark heart light.
As my hand empties of the sand,
"You have stayed here long," reminds me, my skin which is tanned.
Remember friends that every minute past,
Is like a grain of sand which has left hand,
And is ever lost.
Which once gone,
Will not return again till once more born.
With this lesson learnt in the desert,
I return home,
And am sure, it will never be forgotten, for years to come.

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