A Place of Pleasure
Written By: D. Collins 6/30/25
I'll be in a place of pleasure where wind soothes my bald head.
Far from the concrete jungles and snow-shoveling homesteads.
I'll be in the ocean with waves crashing all up against me.
Tasting salt water with nothing but sand under my feet.
A quiet place of pleasure sipping umbrella drinks.
Leaving bitter cold for those who love their minks.
I will lay in the sun and turn a dark, bronze red.
Do power walks on the beach versus working instead.
Learn to build sandcastles to amaze everyone's eyes.
Breathe that sigh of relief I've waited for all my life.
I can smell it, taste it, and gather it into my reach.
The next time you'll see me it will be at the beach.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2025
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