Forget our misspent youths.Slough off all those years we wastedlocked up in concrete castlesoverlooking citystreets.Let’s vowto squander our old agein a shanty by the sea; just be beach-combers in a bungalow, taking our days slow-ly; buffeted by wind and waves, we’ll delightin driftwood, scour the sand for tiny treasures(seashells & beach glass tumbled by time)and skip like stones on the water,until the final tidewashes usaway.PSC/2015
|photo by PSC/2010|
Penned for "The Poetry Park" prompt.
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