A poem for all those over seventy who are stuck at home self isolating. watching the world go by.
THE OLD MAN BY THE SEA
The sound of the sea on the beach
The swish, slap, swish of water
Rushing in and rushing out
Like life, ever moving, never still
Elbow on knee, fist under chin
A man sits lost in his thoughts
Hearing the sounds of the sea
Breeze stirring his grey hair
Thinking of life and liberty?
Of philosophy and beliefs?
Or daydreaming of times gone by.
Memories of things that got away.
He sits wondering at lost dreams
At meandering paths wandered
And thinks deep in his soul
Life’s a bugger when we get old.
From my book of poems Poems and the Sea obtainable from Amazon.
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