At the coastland

Beside the great and stormy ocean

The old man walks along the shore,

and thinks with great devotion

of ancestors who strolled here long before

digging clams and other things for living

in this nasty, cruel world

so hard and unforgiving,

into which unwontedly they had been hurled.

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But time and waves then will erase

ancestors’ every single trace

left in the soft and moisture sand

so their footprints vanished are from land.