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
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