Running Out Of Beach
Seeking seaside solace in the late summer days of life –
the sun is hot in the sky…the kids, and husband, and wife
to be as me with stirring thoughts - answers to questions unknown
the noise is too much, I surreptitiously move to be alone.
On the shore before me, the waves are thunderously crashing
the foreigners behind me- their jibberish my mind is trashing.
So further down I make my way, the salty air is damp
I look around for quietude and decide to stake my camp.
I came here so I could ride the waves
to be a child where my memory saves
the pictures of lovers holding hands
…children building castles with buckets of sand.
I ride the waves of thoughts today
my life in question, yet others play….how lucky are they –
nothing from school ever did teach
what to do
when one
runs
out
of
beach.
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