Realization 
Life is like a pile of sand lying in the palm of your hand 
You must hold it tightly to prevent it from slipping between your fingers 
If you loosen your grip it will slip between your fingers grain by grain 
Until you realize that you have hardly anything left 
Then you know that the only way to get back what you once had 
Is to pick it up grain by grain 
Wile holding tighter to what you have left 
To make sure not to lose what little you have left 
There are two types of people 
Those who come along and clamp their hand over yours 
To keep the wind from blowing away the sand 
But all they do is force it down through the cracks between your fingers 
Then there are the ones who come along and gently hold their hand under yours 
Helping you to hold on to what you have left 
You are the only one who can truly pick up the fallen grains 
But to have those who will gently hold up the sand with you 
Will make the journey worthwhile 
               Jason Roark