The sounds of laughter
People talking as they pass
Life bustles and surges
Ebbing and flowing
Never slowing or stopping
Here and there an island
In the tide stands out
A life on hold breaks the flow
A lonely soul stands
No one to share the laughter
No care to light the heart
Life batters at these islands
Breaking and cresting
Wearing away at the edges
Sometimes they break loose
Join the flow passing by
Returning to the tide of life
But often they just wear away
Losing piece by piece
As the tide rips it away
Smaller and smaller
These islands become
Drawing in upon themselves
Until finally they fade
And the flow drifts
Over without notice
I,too,am an island
Standing in the tide
Life breaking around me
I feel it pull and tug
Trying to dislodge me
To carry me along
Will I break free and drift
Or will I just wear away
Only time will tell