EMMA


 She walked along the shore, on a beach, 
 Many years before,


 Young and beautiful, her life seen before  
 Her eyes, some time ago.


 Long, dark hair with a smile that brightens up 
 That which is in sight,


 A simple life with the wind blowing through 
 Her hair, a lifetime ago.


 Her name is Emma, she walks along the shore 
 A different way now,


 Shorter hair of a silver gray, a smile that is 
 Less as the years have taken.


 Eyes that sparkle a little less with the sun 
 Going down on an aging life,


 Her name is Emma, she walks much slower with 
 The wind through her hair.


 She may disappear but she will forever walk 
 Along the shore.
                      Keith  Garrett