Lying here on my back,

With the cool breeze

Blowing coldly

I picked the pebbles

And cast them straight into sea

I never knew how much I had casted,

Nor did I realize how much time I had spent,

It was almost too late

So late for me,

To realize I had wasted the pebbles

My shore, is the world

My pebbles are those opportunities I have wasted

But now,

I’m determined to make the best use,

Judicious use of my time

Right on this seashore.