Sand Dollar Millionaires
With sand dollars in our pockets
we could live without a care;
I would lasso two sea horses;
we would ride them everywhere.
A simple life of freedom
would be yours and mine to share;
living solely for each other
on a silver strand somewhere.
Oh, the heartache men would barter
just to smell the sweet sea air
unencumbered by the burdens
that came upon them unaware.
They would trade a pile of money
For a day without fanfare,
Walking barefoot on white beaches--
just sand dollar millionaires.
July 29, 2014