Standing on Sand

I havn't written any poetry in a very long time but today seems fitting...

I use to stand tall on a platform wide,

Security was strong, never a reason to hide.

But the sun has set and the edges crumble.

My knees shake and prepare to buckle.

I'm standing on sand that shifts between my feet,

will it hold my weight, I'm about to see.

Everything changes except change itself,

As for me i'm not prepared to change myself.

Someone else wrote the next poem and I think it's a lot better... 

Footprints in the Sand 

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way, however I noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there was only one set of footprints. I don't understand why,when I needed you most you would leave me."

The Lord replied, "my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."