Life Spent

Life spent in lonely voyages of self a solitary love of ebbs and flows lies longing for the loss of inner wealth await the distant tide of westward blows Clinched fingers fail to grasp forever’s pall slow filtering time’s sands cannot forget lest pain usurp the harpoons lowing call sit lost amid the troughs of time’s regret Thus must old hardened hands consume worn oars leave in their wake cold fear of yesterday condemned to serve a master he abhors long for silent beach and surf crest spray For time and tide and men will fade to dust lost vessels wash ashore to rot and rust. ©6/10/2019 Picture #2 Choices Poetry Contest Sara Kendrick sponsor