days roll by | poym-poyman sa aking nalalapit na kaarawan

they say
that days are like waves,
crashing onto shore;
a symphony slowly building
into sweet crescendo;
and we are but poorly made
sand castles, waiting to crumble
at the onslaught of such overcoming
magnificence

let me put it this way

I say
that days are like waves,
crashing onto shore;
a symphony slowly swelling
into sweet crescendo;
and we are
but sand castles swaying
swirling with their presence--
overcome by euphoria, even
as the last of our towers descend
grain per sweet grain
into murky sweetness