It’s nice to get away
for a few hours or a day.
As soft breezes stir night air
And salty mist clings to your hair,
Stirring memories of Adolescence at play.
It’s nice to have the chance
to hear the song, to do the dance.
And though we far exceed our prime
We light our path with love, stopping time,
stopping space, and fuel the flame of our romance.
It’s nice in morning rain,
to find that spot on memory lane.
To look at who, where and what we are from.
While the waves and breeze and the noonday sun
Sooth and calm, tan, bleach and burn away our pain.
It’s nice to turn away
from the things of old and gray.
Though we miss those times at the shore.
The truth is, we like our life now lots more.
And we wouldn’t trade tomorrow for all of yesterday.
© Feb 21 2010 Charles Henderson