I started out life quite young,
Into the sea of life I was flung,
Climbing the ladder of life rung by rung,
Crawled through many piles of dung…
I started life on the beach,
Found myself drawn to the sea,
I dug around in the sand,
And crawled with help into my sea,
To my mother out of reach,
My father did of my swimming teach…
Maybe this my late life insanity,
Came from eating sand in abundance,
Washing it down with salt water,
Never said I was anything but a dunce…
Slowly I did grow,
Every summer day,
Swimming, surfing, boating,
The life of a beach bum,
Then I got older and found rum,
But that is totally another story,
Sometimes unfortunately it turned out,
To be quite altogether gory.
© -ed- 5/20/18
Love ya!
Jane
Hemingway's "The Old Man & The Sea" ... and ...
Lines from "The Rhyme of The Ancient Mariner ...
" Water, water, everywhere... but not a drop to drink !"
Mariner - Sailor - Salt - Tar ...
We are All but grains of sand on Life's enormous Beach !
😎👍✌🏻😻
Ron
Sandie
good to see you're writing again
NEVER STOP WRITING!
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