The Sea
When I was young
To her waves I clung
And, I would play
Upon her sun baked bank all day
As I grew, I could do
What my spirit wanted to
I was free
Becoming a close friend of the sea
On the day my parents died
Upon her bank I sat and cried
As my tears flowed forth from me
My sorrow was washed into the sea
Now advanced in years
Full of many old age fears
On her bank, I sit and wait
Pondering my eternal fate
After giving it some thought
Ignoring much of what I’ve been taught
I’m wading into the sea
My friend brings Peace and Death to me
Copyright © Warren Doll | Year Posted 2018
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