During my visit to the beach today,
I dreamed and wished for the past to come back & stay,
To again live by the sea, to awaken to the waves,
To be young again and dig our own sand caves…
Just a small home of little importance,
Surrounded by a small white picket fence,
A deck to enjoy the sunshine & awning to sit in the rain,
But I know it will never happen, I have that much sense…
The house could be like my childhood home,
A place I did when little not want to from roam,
I regret getting older and each day of my lot, I did groan,
Now that I am older still, I regret my life of being alone,
I wish to my childhood I could still today myself phone…
© ed ~ 6/8/07
Love Tinka
thanks,
Dan
Ah, for a house in Alaska.....that's my dream. Keep writing, keep dreaming...aren't you close to the sea in NJ?????? Much closer than I, anyway...........
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Thank you.
Regretting a life of being alone its not better than regretting the fact of not flying, even before one flaps the arms and tried.
As always...a perfect reminiscence.
Georg
ET
Regis