I was asked for advice to my Grandson for his
high school graduation
The World
Is ours
To know
And touch
And feel
Never ours
To control
And as twilight
Begins and ends
A new beginning
In a Dreamer's eyes
Begun in the shades of reality
The building of Sandcastles
Starting in shadowed images
Graduating to Sunset
From the tides returning
From our effort rewarded
Blessed from our own works
Reading back from bottom this
poem I found the same meaning
only time framed the poem riding
from bottom to top. So I followed
it with a second poem/Dandy