And he grabs the sand and lets the grains run through his fingers. How long, Lord, why so long? Like sand on the seashore...

But then he picks himself up, brushes off the sand and continue walking on the sands of time.

Walking with his God. Footprints on the sands of time.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow