My tracks on the sand

My tracks on the sand washes over time
they quickly turned my
poems of life I guess
remains the only all.
Now, in my life, they comfort
so many readers.
So as to comfort a friend
sung songs of my days moments.
They are ringing inside comforting melodies.
And the light of life is sometimes
is to live in the songs, and poetry
inside the strength to supporting.
Those moments in life with friends,
they are the purest gold.
I do not see them in the eyes of Midas.
This day, and the moments of tomorrow,
hide life memories treasure box.
They are stored in the election my own.