As I wander lonely on the strand
in sun and sky and surf and sand
I find a place I had not planned
to encounter in this island land.
Now when we encounter something unplanned
which then becomes the matter at hand
and then it starts to make adverse demand
upon our life so carefully planned,
surely then we must renew our plan,
so we won’t fall and be buried in the sand
and maybe fail again and again.
That’s just the way it is:
ain’t life grand?