When I was young the ocean did the jetty surround,

But things have changed a bit, now we can walk it around,

In my youth I knew every boulder by heart,

I could walk its length even in the nighttime dark…

So many times I did sit on its end,

The cold ocean spray I did off of me fend,

I cried a lot there & wished for death,

I remember trying to overdose there on crystal meth…

But mom ocean wouldn’t let me there die,

She forced me with crashing waves to live,

Sending me off the jetty, back to my world,

I wondered then and there many times, why,

I guess at times I still wonder, my childhood such a lie…

Been quite a few years since I last the jetty walked,

Though times have changed, I have always with the ocean talked,

Actual answers I may not get, perhaps it’s the way I talk to God,

There as well, mom ocean has always given me a positive nod…

© ed ~ 10/27/08