Pounding waves, like yesteryears slaves,

have crushed the rocks to sand

I walk the beach; all alone I reach,

as I try to better understand

How life is cruel, till you sit and drewl,

youth is just vague history

As I tumble and I fumble my memories,

to sort live's mystery

Waves follow each other, brother after brother,

in a washing shower of foamy spray

Moonlight turns the sea green, like we've all seen,

as my time just slips away

I would not mind growing old, getting cold,

though it takes a toll on my ego

The lines, and the gray and the pains that stay,

like the waves come row to row

Angry seagulls scream, that it’s real not a dream,

accept it as your due

I skip a rock, as I pause my walk,

because the night turns inky blue

Where is the man, with the golden tan,

 that would change the world with time?

I’m still here, but I’ve lost my beer…it’s gone like last night’s wine

The sun rears its head, getting out of bed,

to greet my rambling thoughts

I pause once more, to see the sights from shore, the little forget-me-nots

I recall a poem, one so well known,

‘twas “The Ancient Mariner” I think

I’ll return to the sea, there I’ll forever be,

and the moon goodnight shall wink.