I drove south looking the perfect spot to stop until I found it.
I got out of the truck and walked the warm sands of the beach to the edge of the Atlantic Ocean. I parked myself in a folding chair, beer cooler by my side. I thought,this is where I’ll stay.
Sitting on the beach
The sky is blue, the beach is warm
What happens next
Years have gone by
I take life day by day
Toes in the sand
happy to have been born in this land
I’ve had a wonderful life
With a wonderful wife
I really don’t care
I can live anywhere
I’m an old man
Doing the best that I can
If life ends tomorrow
I’ll leave with no sorrow
Perfect end to a great journey!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy, I'm never sure when I post something if people will like it or not. I've been writing since I was 16, long before anyone dreamed about the internet. It was all written down on paper. When I was aboard the ship I wrote Joyce a letter every day and wrote something to my grandfather or to my mother and father. I like writing poems, but they are not well received for some reason. That has never made sense to me. People like songs and most songs are poetry set to music.
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Great journey Bill.
ReplyDeleteSharon, sorry for this very late reply. I don't always check back to answer replies after I move on to other posts. COmment s are always well received.
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