I don't think they go there anymore,
The shoreline is empty,
And the tide rushes lonely up the beach
Waiting for the people to return
With their suntans and laughter,
And the bikini girls after
The guys in the muscle bound bodies.
I think the people have grown old
And sit in rocking chairs
Or in slow backyards
Smoking and drinking
Musing or thinking
About the far off shoreline,
And the incoming surf,
And the bikini girls
Aged in their aprons
Watching the wrinkles
Creep in the mirrors
On the bathroom walls.
I don't think they dream
Of the sea anymore;
The tide and surf are too far off
For their dreams to swim,
And their aged limbs and skin
Have sunk too far within
Their ancient pools of thought
That all their yesterdays brought
To venture out beyond
Their backyard or porch
In their rocking chair
Snuggling up to yesterday's thought
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As old and wrinkled I grow to be
Nothing will prevent me from going to see
How the tides and waves form serenity
This was a wonderful read!!!!
I loved the simplistic truth and imagery you so masterfully painted. Great write!