Ben Rosen

There’s a beach that we all somehow know

That holds no titles nor fame

Where each in his own time must go

And leave behind his name

The waves roll gently in that bay

And soothe the sun-baked land

But gently too they wash away

The names scrawled in the sand

As sunsets pass the written names

So carefully inscribed

All disappear as sure as flames

Whose fuel has been deprived

But further up the shore there sits

A rocky sort of bluff

Few venture out towards it

For the passage there is tough

The jagged rock bears different marks

Names of the brave and free

Who wouldn’t sit and watch their sparks

Be drowned out by the sea

Upon the bluff the waves do lash

All with tremendous roars

As sea rends rock with a crash

And from the gashes pours

And through that tempest I shall go

To carve into the rock

A legacy that all will know

One separate from the flock

The wind will howl around the stone

And fiercely waves will pound

But my name will remain alone

And not give in nor drown

And there it shall remain, I trust

‘Till the rock is gone and all is dust